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All Women are Bitches Ch. 02

By: Samuelx



My name is Mary Marmalade. A six-foot-six-inch-tall, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed chick with blonde hair, alabaster skin and green eyes. And I absolutely love my big and tall, gorgeous and masculine black boyfriend Jeff Strokes. That's why I'm currently on my hands and knees, with my plump butt cheeks spread and his ten-inch black super cock way up my ass. Oh, yeah. His cock is buried deep inside my pooper. Deep down in the place which the laws of nature say functions as an exit and definitely not an entry. Well, it's so happens that it's my man's favorite entrance so shut the fuck up about it! Gleefully, my lover is ramming his cock down where the sun doesn't shine. And you know what? I absolutely love it!

I'm one of those rare females who love anal sex. Not like, totally love. I crave the cock in my asshole and if I go long without it, I experience anal sex withdrawal. It's like an itch that needs to be scratched. I need cock in my asshole at least once a day. I need to get my big ass filled to the limit, stretched and properly fucked. Otherwise, I get cranky and start acting really bitchy. Trust me, when that happens, it's not pretty. Luckily, with my strong and macho man Jeff around, my anal cravings are always satisfied. What initiated today's clandestine little anal encounter? I guess it was me. I was in the kitchen cooking, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. I'm a big woman and I'm also tall, with a big plump ass. My body looks fetching and sexy in lingerie. And I know that Jeff cannot resist me when he sees me like this. My plump white ass is a magnet for his ten-inch long, superbly thick, uncircumcised black cock. I had woken up early that day. Nobody needed me at the liquor store, so I decided to take the day off. Jeff on the other hand is a city cop and he only gets Saturdays and Sundays off. He came home tired after a long shift. So I had a little surprise to cheer him up.

When he came into the kitchen and saw my tempting booty, he just had to get some of that. He came up behind me and grabbed me from behind. He kissed me, then began fondling my ass. Jeff loves a big ass. I smiled, and watched as he grabbed a can of butter and applied it all over my plump ass.

He spread my butt cheeks wide open and smeared his impromptu and definitely improvisatory lubricant all over my anus. Then, he pressed his cock against my backdoor and pushed it inside. I gasped as Jeff's big black popped into my asshole. Oh, man. It's popping alright! He put his big hands on my hips and thrust into me. I felt his long and thick cock burrowing deeper and deeper inside me. He fucked me forcefully, slamming his cock into the forbidden depths of my anal cavity. Lucky for me, we were using lube, albeit the impromptu kind. Also, what worked in my favor when Jeff decides to shove his ten-inch cock up my ass is the fact that I've got a really big ass. Oh, and my asshole is totally flexible. I've been known to take twelve-inch cocks in my poop chute with hardly a grunt. That's no small feat, if I dare say so! Word!

Jeff bends me over, until I am on my hands and knees on the floor. In this position, he can really do whatever he wants. He has greater access to my booty and probes my butt hole with ease. I push back against him, grinding my plump white ass against his groin. This drives his big black cock deeper into my asshole. While he's fucking me, he's calling me all kinds of names. He calls me bitch, slut, worthless whore, dumb ass, cunt and even piglet. He tells me that I'm a totally disgusting fucking pig, and rams his cock even deeper into my asshole. Some of you might get turned off by this. Don't be turned off. The same way some men like it when women strap on dildos and fuck them in the ass, lots of women love getting their men's cocks up their asses. I'm a woman who loves getting fucked in the ass and called names while it's happening. This is happening solely because I enjoy it. I'm a bitch who needs fucking, and Jeff is happy to oblige.

To top things off, Jeff grabs a plate full of bacon and eggs, throws it in front of me and orders me to eat it. Oh, man. This is the stuff. I take the grub and eat it, stuffing my face while Jeff is stuffing my asshole with his cock. He grabs my neck and shoves my face into the plate, telling me that it's my trough and that I should get my fill. And I do. I absolutely do. 

Meanwhile, he rams his cock deeper into my butt hole. I love it. The deliciously hot pain that fills my bowels as his huge black cock explores and fills them. While fucking me and berating me, he starts to whack my back with his heavy hands. He smacks my plump ass and I yelp in surprise. He grabs a wooden paddle from the wall and whacks my ass with it. He also strikes it across my back, leaving red marks. I can feel the sting. And I like it! I want to turn around and beg him for more. I like pain. He grabs my neck and stuffs my face into my makeshift trough. I devour the bacon and eggs, and this while he strikes my back and plump ass with the wooden paddle. On top of that, his cock seems to be lengthening and thickening inside my asshole. I swear, he's not just going deeper into my asshole, his cock is getting bigger! Jeff continues to pound my asshole, hard and deep, until he finally does cum, sending his hot manly seed deep inside my asshole.

I scream in delight. I love it when he blasts his hot manly cum deep into my asshole. I love it!

Jeff slowly withdraws from me, removing his long and thick cock from my asshole. He grabs me and flips me on my back, then climbs on top of me.

He shoves his cock into my mouth and I suck it. His cock, which was in my asshole just a minute ago, is now in my mouth. I suck it, tasting my ass on it. Yummy! Jeff looks at me and smiles. He gently strokes my cheek. Then, he whacks me across the face. It stings. I smile. He's such a naughty stud. He really knows how to dominate me and give me what I crave. Yeah! I get up, and we head to the showers. This was fun. Maybe we'll try something else later. Whatever my master wants, he gets. That's the way things are in our household.

All Women are Bitches Ch. 03



My name is Jackson Leroy III. I'm a young Black man originally from Boston currently living in rural Virginia. I'm a student at the Fraser Institute of Technology. It's a small, four-year private technical college with only about thirty eight hundred students. I found out about them my senior year of high school. I attended Saint Paul Academy, an all-male Catholic boarding school in Massachusetts before coming to Virginia. My former homeroom teacher, Mr. Jenkins is a Fraser Tech alumnus. He's the one who told me about them. I checked them out. They're a pretty interesting school. I had a lot of fun at that school. Discovered quite a few things about myself. I discovered that I had a dominant streak and I indulged and explored this side of myself, courtesy of some of the Fraser Tech dames.

I liked the campus even before I moved into the men's dorms. Fraser Tech is a school which focuses on mechanical trades and technical education, but it also has a strong tradition of athleticism. The school's sports teams are known as the Techies, and they compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division Three for all sports. Fraser Tech currently offers Men's Intercollegiate Archery, Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Rowing, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Soccer, Rugby, Football, Swimming, Badminton, Volleyball, Water Polo, Golf, Tennis and Wrestling. The school offers Women's Intercollegiate Archery, Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Rowing, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Soccer, Rugby, Field Hockey, Swimming, Badminton, Volleyball, Water Polo, Golf, Tennis and Wrestling. Aside from the kick-ass sports, I also liked the fact that the school had an equal number of men and women. Of the thirty eight hundred students, over nine hundred were of African or Latino descent. That's not bad at all. I wasn't the only Black male student on campus, even though the school was predominantly white. 

It was at Fraser Tech that I met a kindred spirit, Madeline Stein. Who is Madeline Stein? A tall, gorgeous, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped former German Olympic wrestler turned college professor. Madeline Stein teaches Literature at Fraser Tech and she's also the coach of the Women's Wrestling team. This blonde-haired, blue-eyed, porcelain-skinned German dame was something else. Strong and beautiful, and definitely easy on the eyes. I was a student in her literature class. I found myself attracted to her and pursued her doggedly. I guess the attraction was mutual, for she relented. We didn't see each other for coffee or anything of the sort. We went back to my dorm room, and humped like sex was going out of style. 

Oh, yeah. Professor Madeline Stein and I had a lot of fun together. I've always felt attracted to big women. I don't know why. Whenever I see a large woman with a big butt walking around, I start getting ideas. Madeline was passionate in bed. And this was totally awesome for me. She would suck my cock and make me cum again and again. Oh, yeah. She would lick my balls like they were made out of chocolate. She even licked my ass. I would lick and finger her hairy pussy, before sticking my ten-inch uncircumcised black dick inside. Madeline loved it as I thrust my cock deep into her pussy. That first encounter was something steamy. I mean, she couldn't get enough of my cock. I even had a go with that plump white ass of hers. I put her on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I fingered her pink little asshole, and worked two fingers in there. This big beautiful woman was no stranger to anal sex. I grabbed some lube and smeared it all over her anus, then greased up my own cock. I pressed my cock against her backdoor and slowly pushed it inside. Madeline grunted as I worked my dick into her asshole. That's when she went wild. This normally poised and refine lady turned into a loud, cursing slut. She was screaming for me to ram my big black dick up her tight white ass. Man, she sounded like something out of a porno movie. I wasn't complaining, though. I let her have it, grabbing those wide hips of hers and thrusting my cock deeper inside her asshole. Her asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight around my cock. I couldn't get enough of it. I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and slammed my cock deeper inside her. She howled as I fucked her, hard and fast. Damn, this female was crazy. I continued to slam my cock into her asshole, feeling it stretch and expand to accommodate the sheer bulk and length of my cock. We romped away in sheer anal bliss for a while, then I came, sending my hot cum deep inside her. That's when she howled, loud enough to wake the dead. She said she loved getting my hot manly cum deep down where the sun didn't shine. I laughed. Damn, this female was crazy. I liked her, though. Better a crazy sex freak than a frigid and sexless bitch. I slowly squeezed my cock out of her asshole. I looked at her ass after removing my cock from inside her. Her formerly tight ass was now a gaping hole. I smiled, admiring my handiwork. Madeline smiled at me, thankful for what she called the butt fuck of the century. I grinned. She hadn't seen anything yet! After this first session, Madeline and I discovered quite a few things about each other. First, she was a submissive. She hated to admit it, but it was nevertheless true. This six-foot-four, strongly built, 300-pound former Olympic wrestler was not only a submissive but into some seriously kinky sex. I was happy to oblige her, though.

We hooked up in my room, away from prying eyes. That's when she indulged herself. I got really creative and came up with all kinds of ideas and scenarios to spice things up. She would knock on my door, dressed up as a Pizza Delivery Woman and I would play the role of the broke college student who offered sex instead of financial payment. Yeah, it was fun. She would come in, get on her knees and start stroking and sucking my long and thick black cock. She loved playing with the foreskin. I'm a natural man and I like myself that way. That's the way all men should be. After she sucked me off, I'd finger her pussy and get her wet before putting her on all fours. Then, I'd spread those plump ass cheeks of hers and shove my cock into her asshole. Madeline loved getting rough during anal sex. I'd grab her hair and yank her head while slamming my cock into her asshole. She loved it and begged me for more. Once, I took out my leather belt and whipped her. Oh, yeah. I had her on all fours with my dick in her asshole. I lashed out with the leather belt, whipping her back, buttocks and even her face. She yelped in surprised pleasure and begged me for more. She loved getting whipped by my belt while my cock filled her asshole to the limit. She said it gave her an unimaginable thrill. I took her word for it and fucked her asshole until I came, then made her suck my cock. Madeline loved sucking my cock right after it had been up her ass. She loved tasting her own ass on my ten-inch black dick. Damn, this chick was something else.

We found other ways to spice things up. I found a candle, lit it and dripped hot wax all over Madeline's tits, back and ass. She loved the deliciously hot pain. I loved fucking her asshole while dripping hot wax on her or whipping her with my belt. She was always screaming for more and demanding that I go harder and faster. Damn, this chick could take anything. She loved getting her ass stretched. I bought a twenty-inch black plastic mechanical dildo and brought it to her as a surprise. Her eyes lit up when she saw it. Madeline eagerly got on all fours and tossed me the lube. I installed a mirror in front of her, so that I could see her while doing the thing. I smiled, and greased up both the dildo and her asshole. She winked at me. Then, I pressed the dildo against her anus, and rammed it inside. The expression on Madeline's face was priceless. Her eyes widened to the point of popping as most of the super dildo's twenty inches went into her asshole. I smiled, and continued ramming it inside. She whimpered. I pushed it deeper. Madeline gritted her teeth. To intensify things, I produced two of our regular party favorites. The leather belt, and the candle. I dripped hot wax all over her, and she winced. While dripping the wax, I pressed a button on the mechanical dildo. It went on automatic, starting to buzz and vibrate while drilling itself into Madeline's asshole. I laughed, and began whipping Madeline with the belt and dripping hot wax on her while the mechanical dildo did its thing. Her howls of sheer pain and pleasure were music to my ears. I mean, she screamed in different tones and languages, and I loved every moment of it. We went at it until she couldn't take anymore. I slowly removed the dildo from her ass, then smiled. Madeline looked at me, a look of utter amazement on her face. I smiled. Then, I helped her up. We walked to the shower, where I bathed her.

Later, Madeline and I parted ways. After that experience, a new doorway opened up in our relationship. Where it leads is what makes our stories the stuff of legends. We crossed over into infinity. We could do anything. She could endure any kind of sexual experiment, and then some. This worked wondrously for both of us. She was a submissive who needed someone to take her in hand and tame her. I was a dominant man who needed a submissive to tame and control. I needed someone like her to release my darkest urges, lest they remain locked inside me and poison me. I'm glad we found each other. This was but the beginning of a passionate, thrilling and mutually beneficial relationship.



All Women are Bitches Ch. 04



There are many ways to make love. Some of us prefer different styles. Different strokes for different folks. Me? I'm into the rough stuff! Most specifically, I like anal sex. All varieties of it fascinate me. There are many men out there who love to anally penetrate their women with their awesome rods of power. It's a fun experience for both parties when everyone's needs and expectations are met. Some women like to don strap on dildos and penetrate their men. I'm told that it's fun for both of them too. See what I mean? To each his or her own. I'm a man with special interests and satisfying my cravings and urges takes up a large percentage of my time. Fortunately, there's no end to the list of kindred spirits who love my brand of nonstop and passionate lovemaking. I'm talking about all those ladies out there who secretly crave a macho man in the bedroom.

I read somewhere that big women have the tightest assholes in the world. This piqued my curiosity because I am an Anal Sex Connoisseur. The backdoor is my area of expertise. Just call me a Bottom Dweller. Superhero to the butt maniacs out there. So, I decided to test that theory to see if it was true. Oh, in case you're wondering who I am, the name is Malice Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, athletic young black man living in Atlanta. These days, I am on vacation and sexing up big beautiful women is my all-consuming hobby. That's why I'm currently visiting Eileen Murdock, a sixty-year-old Caucasian woman who lives next door. I grew up next to her. I knew her entire family. Her son James is captain of the community college football on which I'm an offensive lineman. Her daughter Rachel is my ex-girlfriend and the captain of the women's lacrosse team. Her husband Dwight is the athletic director of the community college and the coach of the men's wrestling team. If only they knew what the lady of the house did when they weren't around.

I've had a thing for Eileen for ages. She's hot, you know? Eileen is a good-looking older dame, thick and fine, with a pretty face, large and firm breasts, wide hips and big bottom. She was once a public schoolteacher but these days she's retired. I'm keeping her occupied. Her retirement left her bored. So, I spiced things up. I would come over when she was alone, and give this lonely retiree the sexing and excitement she craved. I like to have sex with big-bottomed large women of all races. They're my personal preference. Eileen is a beautiful gal but like many big chicks she's got body image issues. I told her that she would always look beautiful to me. Then, I kissed her and gave her a sound fucking. Since that day, we've been inseparable fuck buddies. 

Currently, Eileen is on all fours, her plump butt cheeks spread wide open. Drilling his ten-inch uncircumcised black cock into her butt hole is yours truly. Man, the words that were coming out of Eileen's mouth as I shoved my cock into her poop chute would make an NYC cabbie proud. I held her by those wide hips of hers and thrust into her, sinking my cock deep inside her shit hole. Eileen screamed, and pushed back, grinding her plump ass against my groin. Clearly, she was loving the feel of my cock up her asshole. And to think that earlier, she was acting all shy. Yeah, I came by for a visit and we started talking. We sat on the couch and watched television. I could tell that the old woman was checking me out. That's okay with me because even though she was sixty years old, she had a pretty face, banging body and hot booty. Lots of young women let themselves go. Eileen was seriously in shape. So, we hooked up.

I loved the feel of the big older woman's asshole around my cock. Grinning, I grabbed a handful of her silver-streaked blonde hair and yanked her head back as I rammed my cock into her asshole. Eileen was no stranger to anal sex. Her asshole was supple, wonderfully warm and tight. Not too tight, otherwise getting in would be too damn hard. Also, her asshole wasn't too loose either, making fucking it a worthwhile pursuit. Eileen squealed as my cock filled her tight crevice. For some reason, it was music to my ears. While I slammed my cock into her asshole, Eileen fingered her pussy. I laughed and took her hand away. I hated it when she distracted herself that way. I told her to focus on the ten-inch black cock that was filling every inch of her asshole. She did, and continued to squeal and grunt. I laughed and smacked her ass, causing her to yelp. Sometimes, Eileen likes a little roughness with her sex. That's cool with me because I love dishing it out. I continued to drill my cock into her tight asshole, loving the feel of her ass around my cock. Eileen had one of the best assholes I've ever fucked. It's wonderfully expansive in that it can stretch to accommodate almost any cock size, with the help of some lube, of course. This dame was a rare treasure. I continued to thrust into her, delighting in the sounds she made as we had sex.

We changed positions. I flipped Eileen on her back in order to be able to look into her eyes as I fucked her in the ass. Her eyes were impossibly wide. I grinned, and fucked her ass even harder. She moaned as I drilled my cock deeper into her butt hole. I slammed into her, delighting in the feel of her soft and supple form underneath me. While fucking her, I suckled on her tits. Eileen wasn't screaming anymore. She was moaning softly as I rammed my cock into her butt hole. We went at it like this until I came, sending my hot cum deep inside her asshole. The piercing scream which escaped Eileen's lips was sweet music to my ears. Grinning, I rested my head on her spectacular chest. My still-hard cock remained in her ass. Slowly, Eileen let out her breath. We kissed. 

Later, we tried something else. Eileen is a woman with a passion for being completely dominated. We went to her basement. I bound her hand and feet on a wooden bench, and looked at her. The big woman looked fantastic in her chains and she was in my favorite position of all. Face down and ass up. I stood behind her, my leather belt in hand. With it, I lashed out and whipped her. I whipped Eileen's plump buttocks, her back and even her face. She screamed in pleasure mixed with pain and begged me for more. I let her have it. Then, I spread her plump butt cheeks and slid my cock into her asshole. I shoved my cock into her asshole while whipping her with my belt. Eileen screamed from the doubly intense sensations of having a big cock in her asshole and being whipped by a wicked leather belt. It turned her on like you would not believe. I fucked her good, delighting in the power I had over her. She completely surrendered to me, and I had my way with her. I fucked her ass like anal sex was going out of style, until I finally came, sending my hot cum deep into her asshole. Eileen screamed louder than ever before. What wonderful music she made!

Afterwards, I unbound Eileen and we remained locked in a passionate embrace. She was still shuddering from the wickedly erotic treatment she'd received from me. I smiled and held her. We were perfect together. She needed a passionate, energetic lover to take her to the heights of passion. That didn't mean she stopped loving her husband, but she needed something he didn't have. I was happy to have her for those passionate sessions. I had lots of young women I slept with from city college. None of them had Eileen's passion, sexual expertise or willingness to experiment with extreme sex. You could say that we needed each other. I'm not just her dominant master. She's not just my eager submissive. We're partners. 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 05



My name is Priscilla. I'm a tall, slim and pretty young black woman living in Georgia. I work out extensively and I'm damn gorgeous if I dare say so. I've got face, I've got chest and I've got ass. Supermodels like Naomi or Banks can't compete with the likes of me. I'm what the brothers from the hood call a dime piece. A perfect ten. Oh, and I've got brains too. I'm a student at Georgia Tech and I major in engineering. I'm also a lesbian and proud of it. These days, it's summertime. Most of my time is spent hunting. Yes, I am a huntress. Actually, I am the Black Lesbian Huntress. Hunting other women for sexual encounters and thrills is my passion. I find other bitches and I hump them dry with my big strap on. Follow me, gentlemen and ladies. These are my adventures!

I first spotted her coming out of the grocery store. A tall and thick black woman with jet-black skin. Damn, this female was definitely in the thick of things. She was not exactly pretty in the face but she had some big ole tits and a thick body. This dame was bow-legged, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I saw her coming out of the grocery store, cussing out someone she got into an argument with. Yeah, this female freak was one of those hood chicks. Rude, crude, and under the impression that she was all that. Well, men might let her get away with that but I certainly wouldn't. It's my duty and pleasure to tame bitches who think they're all that. I walked up to her, and turned on the charm.

Gay people possess an innate ability to detect one another. I approached the big black woman and as soon as our eyes met, I could tell. She was family. She looked me up and down before licking her lips. Yeah, I could tell that she liked what she saw. I got closer, and gave her the once-over. Yeah, I let her know that I liked what I saw too. She smiled, and introduced herself. Thus, I met Rosa, my new target. She was coming back to Atlanta from Framingham, a women's correctional facility in Massachusetts. Damn, this female hoodlum really just got out of jail? I smiled, and we traded stories. I invited her to eat dinner with me at a fast food joint and I knew she couldn't resist. Especially when I offered to pay for everything.

Rosa and I sat down inside Wendy's Restaurant and we ate our burgers and fries. Man, after eating that junk, I'm going to have to hit the gym for at least two days. I'm a supermodel and a collegiate athlete, so I've got to stay in shape. Rosa was not concerned with her weight, or maybe she didn't care. Hell, she devoured her two burgers and cups of fries before wolfing them down with some coke. Then, she asked me for mine. I let her have them. She told me about her prison experience. She did a stint in prison for assaulting an ex-boyfriend of hers with her shoes. A good-looking black stud she caught cheating on her with a white woman. He pressed charges and got her arrested. She was charged with assault and battery, and locked up for six months. Exactly what she deserved if you ask me. There are plenty of violent women in the hood. Bitches who think they're all that. If you ask me, more of these hoodlums, both male and female, should do time. Word.

Rosa told me that because of her violent past, she got into trouble with many of the other female inmates. She fought against a big white woman named Nancy and put her in the infirmary. Rosa became such a troublemaker that she got put into solitary. Which really sucked because Rosa was bisexual and wanted to sex up some of the pretty young women she met behind bars. I looked at Rosa. This bitch thought she was so tough. Truly, she had no idea who she was dealing. Females often underestimate me. I'm tall and pretty, college-educated and athletic. Many of them think of me as a wallflower and not a physical threat. I'm quite strong, fast and ruthless. Hell, I'm almost a cold-blooded sociopath when the occasion calls for it. So this bitch should watch out. But she didn't. instead, she was looking at me lustfully. I used this to my advantage. I told her that I hadn't gotten laid in a while and had a thing for thick females with that jail glow. Rosa smiled, and told me that she knew just the place where we could do it. I smiled, and grabbed my nurse. We left the restaurant together. 

Rosa and I ducked into an alley. The place was dark, near a tunnel. There was an old wooden table there. Rosa sat on it, then dropped her panties. She asked me to lick her pussy. I licked her pussy. I licked her good, fingering her wet snatch. I'm pretty good at eating pussy. Pretty soon, I had her squealing in delight. In no time, I made her cum. Her screams of pleasure filled the dark and empty alley. She looked at me, stunned into kingdom fuck once she calmed down a bit. Smiling, I told her that I wanted to play with that plump black ass of hers. At this point, she wanted more of my sexual magic and wouldn't refuse me anything. So, I put her on all fours. I looked at her plump black ass. Damn, she had a big ass. I licked my lips, and removed my tools from my purse. 

I grabbed a wicked sharp belt, and struck it at Rosa's lower back. The shock got a mighty scream out of her. Knocked the wind out of her for a moment. Laughing, I withdrew my dildo from the backpack and strapped it on. I grabbed Rosa by those wide hips of hers before she could recover and thrust my dildo between her plump ass cheeks. She screamed as I rammed my dildo into her asshole. I put my hand over Rosa's mouth as I began to fuck her. Her plump body shook under the force of my thrusts. Man, there's nothing I love more than fucking a bitch in the ass. That's how I tame them. I've fucked all kinds of bitches in the ass. White women. Hispanic women. Asian women. Middle Eastern women. Black women. My favorites are those tough-talking dirty bitches from the hood. They're all talk, most of them. Once I've got my ten-inch dildo buried in their assholes, they're whistling a different tune.

I laughed as I slammed the dildo into Rosa's booty hole. Even with my hand covering her mouth, the big black woman managed to scream. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, reveling in the experience. I buried my dildo deep inside her booty hole. Down where the sun didn't shine. I was taming that plump black ass of hers. I wanted to own her. Make her mine. As I fucked her, I lashed out at her back and buttocks with my belt. Yeah, her screams were music to my ears. I fucked her good. I noticed a change in her body language. Rosa was not struggling anymore. Instead, she relaxed and enjoyed. That's good. See what I mean? Once I showed the bitch who was boss, she complied. I uncovered her mouth, and heard her beg me for more. Laughing, I thrust my dildo deeper into her booty hole. Fucking her was turning me on a lot. My pussy felt wet and my panties were damp. I continued to have my fun with her until I came, squirting girly juices all over my panties. I could tell that Rosa was experiencing the same thing. Her passionate screams changed in tone. Laughing, I pressed a button on my mechanical toy, sending artificial cum squirting deep into her ass. Her resulting scream when she felt my heated artificial cum filling her asshole was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.

Slowly, I withdrew the dildo from Rosa's asshole. The big black woman lay on the table, subdued. Then, she turned around. To see me standing over her, face stern, wielding my strap on dildo with authority and power. She looked up at me, and smiled hesitantly. I didn't crack a smile at the bitch. Why should I? Instead of smiling, I smirked. I knew she'd enjoy our fuck session. Arrogant bitches always secretly want to get tamed. I ought to know, I'm one of them. I told her to get going, and she obeyed. I watched her readjust her clothes and beat a hasty exit. Then, I smiled and lit a cigar. Damn, this was a fun day. I've tamed the meanest, toughest dyke ever to stride the streets of Atlanta. All in less than an hour. I wonder what I'm going to do tomorrow.



All Women are Bitches Ch. 06



It's nine o'clock and I finally come home. Who am I? The name is Stephen Saint Jean. A tall, good-looking black stud of Haitian descent. Twenty two years old. Currently a student at the Virginia Military Institute. I'm studying Criminal Justice. One of these days, I might join the United States Army as an Officer or join the Virginia State Police Force. I'm not sure yet. Life is good right now. I'm learning a lot, you know. I come from a family of highly intelligent and educated people. My father, Lucas Saint Jean is a Sergeant with the Virginia State Troopers. My mother, Elisabeth Moss Saint Jean is a professor at Virginia Tech. She's the first Haitian woman to become Dean of Students at that school. My older brother James is a student-athlete (he plays football) at Morehouse College. My younger brother Ames is a policeman in Blacksburg, Virginia. Yeah, we do alright for ourselves. My family keeps me really motivated.

The life of a college man can be quite stressful. Fortunately, I found ways to cope with the stress. I play sports. I'm a member of the VMI Men's Basketball team. I'm also quite involved at the Mount Lion Baptist Church in the city of Blacksburg. I sing in the Men's Devotional Choir and I am also involved in mentoring activities with the church youth. The pastor, Reginald Brown is an old friend of my family. He's a good man. I am also good friends with his son Adam, who plays football at Virginia Tech. I am involved in all manners of social and religious activities. I'm a young black man who feels fortunate and grateful for the kind of life he's led. So I am glad to give back. Sometimes, though, I need to take time for myself.

I'm a man and I've got needs. I may be a church-going college man but I'm still a very human character. I have sexual needs, folks. Those needs take me to the beds of women of all races, and occasionally to men's beds. I am a bisexual black man and first-rate sexual adventurer. I've been known to hook up with men and women at the drop of a hat. All I ask of my prospective sexual partners is that they're good-looking and healthy. I was dating a man named Dave Smith at the school earlier this year. Dave is a closeted gay man. We had our fun but in the end, we parted ways. He graduated from the Virginia Military Institute and joined the United States Marine Corps. I hear he's heading to Iraq in a few months. Our relationship was alright, and very sexual. The secrecy was what ruined things, you know. We had to hide because the Institute isn't exactly tolerant of gay and bisexual people. While he was seeing me, Dave also had another boyfriend, one of our professors. Isn't that something?

I am currently involved with Dorothy, my pastor's wife. Dorothy Brown is a tall, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman with jet black skin. I must confess that I like big women and Dorothy kind of turns me on. She's a big black woman with a big plump ass. And she doesn't shave her hairy pussy. In church, she's always acting prim, proper and lady-like. I know better. Dorothy is a first-class, dick-sucking whore that would put the hood's most promiscuous bitches to shame. I love fucking her. I like to put her on all fours, spread her plump butt cheeks and stick my cock in her poop chute. That's exactly what I did one Sunday. It was in the afternoon and the church service was almost over. Dorothy excused herself and went to the ladies room. I grinned, and followed. This was her signal. I went into the ladies room with her and locked the door. 

As soon as she saw me, she was transformed. Before my very eyes she went from prim and proper preacher's wife to cum-seeking slut. I put her on her knees and whipped out my cock. Ten inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black man power. I made her suck my dick and lick my balls. Obediently, she did as she was told. Dorothy loves sucking dick. She's a total slut who craves black cock and I was just the man to give it to her. She sucked my dick and licked my balls like they were made out of chocolate. In no time at all, I came. When I did, she eagerly drank my cum. I laughed as she licked my cum off her fingers. Yeah, she was addicted to black cock. And she's always chasing after the good-looking single black men of the church. I guess the preacher doesn't deliver or maybe she wants more than what he got. Whatever the case, I was always happy to fuck her.

Next, I put her on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I grabbed a handful of her long black hair and yanked her head back. Then I pressed my dick against her puckered asshole and pushed. With a swift thrust, I penetrated her asshole. Dorothy squealed when she felt my hard dick go up her asshole. I grabbed her hips firmly and slammed my cock deeper into her booty hole. I read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. I guess this statement must be true. I've fucked a lot of assholes, both male and female. Dorothy had one of the tightest assholes I've ever shoved my cock into. And I was loving it. I spanked her big bottom while ramming my cock up her booty hole. She squealed and begged me for more. Laughing, I plowed into her asshole. Exploring the forbidden depths of a big woman's tight assholes is one of my favorite pleasures in life. It's so warm and tight down there. Damn. Dorothy was screaming like a little bitch as I filled her asshole with my cock. I plugged her good. It's weird, you know. In church, she's loud and always talking trash whenever her husband isn't around. Now, she was whimpering with my dick in her asshole. I laughed at her, telling her that I'd like to hear her talking trash when she had ten inches of hard black cock up her asshole. She said nothing and continued squealing while my cock rampaged through her asshole. We went at it like this until I came, sending my hot cum deep into her asshole.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Dorothy's asshole. I looked at her asshole. Damn, her formerly tight ass was now a gaping hole. I grinned and spat in it. Then, I turned her around and shoved my cock into her mouth. She eagerly sucked my cock, tasting her ass on it. She sucked me good for a few minutes, then I pulled out. We put our clothes back on. Then, she went back to the service as if nothing had happened. It never ceases to amaze me. Women's capacity for deception. With the same mouth that she sucked my dick, she would later kiss her unsuspecting husband and son, and they would still have no idea what was going on. Females are always complaining that their men are cheating on them. I wouldn't be surprised if more females cheat on their men than the other way around. I say female cheaters just don't get caught as often as their male counterparts. I feel sorry for married men. Oh, well. I'm glad to be single. With a song in my heart, I walked out of the church. There was a little store nearby. I went in and bought a chocolate bar. Sexing up church women always depletes my energy. I need to recharge. I stood in a street corner, and enjoyed my candy bar. Men and women drove by. A woman sitting on the passenger's side of her husband or boyfriend's car checked me out surreptitiously. She thought I didn't see her. You should have seen the look on her face when I winked at her. Grinning, I went back into the church. This day was turning out to be quite fun and it wasn't even over yet. 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 07



Five o'clock. The magic hour. I can finally shed my disguise and resume my true form. By day, I work in an office building. I'm a lawyer and a damned good one at that. On top of being good at my job, I'm actually even pretty. I stand five feet ten inches tall, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. But my face is gorgeously pretty. I'm a big, beautiful and fabulous woman. And I am proud of myself. Plus I'm a porcelain-skinned redhead with Irish roots. What's not to like? Exactly. Who am I? Delia Carver is my name. At least in the outside world.

When night falls, my disguise falls away and I am transformed. Changed by the sheer power of my Master. The one who changed me from nothing into a glorious submissive. How I met him is a strange and fascinating tale. I've met lots of men who didn't light my fire. They lacked something. Oh, they were good-looking, intelligent and wealthy. But they were nothing like my Master. The moment I laid eyes upon him, I knew. He carried himself differently from other men. He was a tall, good-looking black man. He wore simple clothes. He was distinguished in many ways. And he was a perfect example of true masculinity and power. 

When I walked over to him and introduced myself, he ignored me. I had never been treated like this by any man. He was something else. His arrival at the office was noticed by every female on the premises. The Master simply exudes raw masculine power and sexual appeal. Women respond to that, whether we like to admit it or not. Deep down, especially where sex is concerned, we're no different from men. At least they admit that sex is a powerful drive in their lives. Women are slaves to their passions, and yes, their pussies, yet cannot admit it. Must be why we're all so damn crazy. Anyway, after gazing at the Master, I knew that I had to have him. How foolish and naïve I was. The Master was freedom and masculine virility personified. He could not belong to anyone, man or woman. He took whatever he wanted. The Master was forthrightly bisexual. Legions of gorgeous women and handsome men competed for his affections. He took what he wanted and left. That was his way. He's a real man.

The Master walked differently from other men. He was more alluring and more graceful. He looked better in a simple black silk shirt and dark gray pants than some rich businessmen and businesswomen did in their fancy suits. The man simply had it going on, as they say. Women at the office talked about him a lot. Of the forty female lawyers of this hundred-attorney law firm, only ten were single. Yet all of us were going crazy over him. The sight of the Master was enough to dampen our panties. We wanted him. We lusted after him. We dreamed of him. We threw ourselves at him.

And he continued to ignore us.

The Master is used to having his way. He's sexy, bold and intelligent. I did some research on him. In a past life, the Master was known as Alexander Graham Brownstone. The son of Graham Brownstone, the world's first African-American billionaire. Graham Brownstone made a fortune in real estate during the late 1990s and early 2000s. The family patriarch had a school named after him, the Brownstone Institute of Technology, located in Graham's native Florida. Brownstone Tech opened its doors as a four-year institution of higher education in 1999 with only five hundred students. By 2004, the student body numbered sixteen thousand. Brownstone Tech focused mainly on science education such as engineering, computer science and chemistry. In 2005, the school opened its Department of Athletics. Brownstone Tech sponsors Men's Basketball, Bowling, Baseball, Tennis, Cross Country, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Golf, Football, Track, Soccer, Wrestling, Swimming and Volleyball. They also sponsor Women's Basketball, Bowling, Softball, Tennis, Golf, Cross Country, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Rugby, Track, Soccer, Wrestling, Field Hockey and Volleyball. His wife Francine Goth Brownstone was a distinguished former United States Senator. 

Their son Alexander was destined to become a pillar of society. He attended the Georgia Institute of Technology and had a degree in engineering. He started his own company and made a bundle. Then he turned leadership of it over to his sister, Harvard-educated businesswoman Lucille Brownstone. Alexander Brownstone began traveling the world. He hunted lions in Africa. He fought warlords in third world countries. He skydived. And he made love to sexy women and the occasional sexy man. He never hid himself from society. He was America's Favorite Bad Boy. The world's first openly bisexual African-American billionaire. The man who could have everything. Isn't life cool?

Yes, Alexander Graham Brownstone and the Master were one and the same. How do I catch the man who has everything? The Master seldom went for people beneath his station. And I was far beneath him in every way. I was in love with him. And I felt unworthy of him. He was a chronically bored thrill seeker. So I offered myself as his new plaything. To be used as he wished and then discarded without a second's thought whenever he felt like it.

Not something most women would consider. However, I was in awe of the Master. He wasn't simply a rich and sexy stud in my eyes. He was more like a god to me.

A god among men. And I wanted to worship at his altar. 

There were rules, of course. Everything that happened between us was confidential. Under strict penalties I don't dare mention. Also, he had to have complete control over me. I wasn't to be a loud mouth. Or a nosy bitch. Or an opinionated woman. I was to be his slave. His plaything. The Master's very own personal bitch and doormat. What do you think I said to these terms? A resounding yes, on all counts! I wanted to experience something I never had before. To hell with society's rules and conventions. I wanted to be my Master's bitch!

My Master brought me to his dungeon and had some fun with me. He bound me hand and foot with chains on a large wooden bench. I was on all fours, my thick and sexy body glistening in the darkness. The Master held a leather whip in his hands. He lashed out and struck me with the whip. I yelped in surprise. It left red marks on me. Laughing, he continued to whip me. I screamed. The whip really hurts. And it cracks like lightning. The Master continues to beat me with his whip. He lashes me all over my back and my waist, hips and buttocks. My pale pink skin is turning bright red. And he's loving it. Next, he lights up several candles and lets the hot wax drip all over me. I feel the hot wax on my back, breasts, buttocks, etc. It burns. The Master hears me complain and swiftly administers punishment. He whips me on top of waxing me in his special way. I scream in pain. Laughing, he smacks me. Hard. I stop screaming. He nods quietly. We're about to try something else. As usual, I'm all for it.

I am still bound and on all fours, but I feel my plump butt cheeks being spread wide open. And something cold and slick is being applied on my anus. I don't need to turn around to know what's happening. My Master tells me in a very calm voice that I am about to get fucked in my fat ass. Before proceeding, he does something out of the ordinary. He places a paper bag over my head. It has holes in it for me to see and breathe. This is definitely different. I am thrilled, and a bit scared. Especially when I feel something hard and stiff press against my butt hole. With a swift thrust, my Master penetrates me. I was gritting my teeth in expectation of the pain, which was great in spite of the lubricant. Nevertheless, I howled. Oops. There goes my anal virginity. The Master places his hands upon my hips and thrusts deeper into me. 

As he rams his cock into my tunnel of darkness, I scream. It hurts, damn it. More than I thought it would. And he's being none too gentle about it either. But I like the rough stuff. I get off on it. The Master's cock is filling up my tight asshole. I feel like I am stretched to the limit. Like I can't take anymore. Yet his cock is plunging deeper inside me and expanding my ass with every thrust. He is the invading conqueror. And he's taking no prisoners. So I do the only thing I can do. I relaxed, and enjoyed. Getting fucked in the ass with a paper bag over my face was getting my pussy seriously wet. I was practically a puddle down there, and getting wetter by the minute. As for the Master, he slammed into me mercilessly. He was owning my ass and made damn sure I knew it. We went at it like this until he came, sending his hot manly seed deep inside of me.

I got to tell you, feeling his hot cum rushing inside my ass was like no other feeling in the world.

I remain postured like this. On all fours. Bound and completely docile. I've been seduced, taken in hand, controlled and royally fucked in the ass. How do I feel? Well, side from the pain in my ass and the nervous twitching in my pussy, I feel like a million bucks. I was completely dominated by a macho man and I absolutely loved it. 

What do you think my Master did afterwards? A sensible person would unbind me and let me go, after thanking me for a night of fun. The Master simply left me there. He left the dungeon and returned hours later. Only then did he unbind me and release me. What do you think I did? I fell on my knees before him and gave him my thanks. He laughed and simply told me to be there at the same time next week.



All Women are Bitches Ch. 08



The name is Lorelei Henderson. I'm a young black woman living in Boston. And my sex life sucks. Mainly because both men and women keep mistaking me for a lesbian. They think that unless I wear skirts, watch Lifetime movies and act girly, I must be a dyke. Give me a damn break, people. I'm an Original Woman. Alright? Not a popular culture amalgam. All my life I've been a tomboy. I like sports. I hate dresses. I prefer hanging out with men rather than women. Men are simpler and easier to get along with. Females get on my nerves. I used to attend Brentwood College in Long Island, New York, but I dropped out. Long story.

Anyway, I got this gig as a truck driver. I'm the only female driver in the crew and that suits me fine. I'm used to being the only female on a crew full of cool guys. I played Rugby Football in high school. I was also a wrestler for a time, but I quit. I just didn't like varsity wrestling. I took up Soccer and Basketball later. Just call me a sport nut. I love the Boston Red Sox and the New England Patriots. They're a great bunch of guys. I never was a Yankee, even when I lived in New York. Don't ask me why.

So, anyway, I find myself wondering how come I never get laid. I stand five feet ten inches tall, thick, with jet-black skin and short and spiky brownish hair. My face is average but my breasts are large, my hips are wide and my butt is big and plump. How come I can't get a man? I investigated, and what I found out shocked me. Most men I met thought I was a lesbian. Just because I wear overalls and love smoking cigars. Oh, and I love football on TV and follow professional baseball, basketball and Major League Soccer religiously. Does that make me a dyke? Hell, even the men on my crew, who liked me, thought I was a lesbian. What the fuck?

Now, I've got nothing against gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexual people. I'm all for same-sex marriage. The way I figure it, lots of gay men and lesbians value their commitments more than straight couples do. So why not let them marry? Exactly my thinking. I don't like getting hit on by lesbians. Oh, nothing against them but I'm not gay. I'm not bisexual. I'm not even curious. I am not attracted to the female body. I like men. Give me a big and strong, manly man, preferably with chest hair and a big dick. And I'll be happy. I'm not into women. Never have been. Never will be. The love that dares not speak its name is not my calling. If it's yours, then good for you. Lots of luck. Enjoy yourself. Me? I like men!

Anyhow, I was pondering how come men never ask me out. Is it the tomboy thing? No way. Lots of men like tomboys. We like the same things. Sports. Video games. Comic books. Action movies. So what's the deal? Why am I going through the mother of all dry spells? I'm not one of those females who's happily having sex with herself. I'm not addicted to dildos and vibrators the way countless women seem to be. I need a man. A real man. One with a masculine scent, chest hair and a big cock. That's my kind of man. Unfortunately, all the pretty women are stealing all the good men. I see sluts in pretty dresses stealing the good guys. And I'm stuck home alone, and the only action I'm getting comes from my own fingers. I like touching myself. Fingering my pussy is fun. I know how to work it. However, it's more fun with a man. Especially if he has a big cock. Oh, yeah. I am a worshiper of big cocks. I like to suck on them and lick the balls. I like to suck on a man's ball sac and lick him. When he lets out his cum, I like to drain him dry. Yes, I give head and yes, I do swallow. I'm not ashamed of it. There's nothing wrong with it. As long as you're both healthy and into it. What's wrong with swallowing? Not a damn thing!

So, how am I going to get myself a man? I'm developing calluses on my hands from excessive masturbation. I need the real thing. I watch porn videos featuring sexy black men fucking hot women in the ass but they grow stale after a while. I want a man in my bed soon. And I also want to dispel those rumors about my sexual orientation. I'm not a lesbian. Got nothing against gays and lesbians but I am straight. Strictly into cocks. I love to look at them, suck on them and drain them of the masculine milk they produce. I don't think about eating pussy. I don't fantasize about it. I'm not into it. And I'm never getting into it. To all those haters out there who are spreading rumors about me, I'm not like that!

I began chatting online in sex groups. Some people out there were interested strictly in hooking up. I met a handsome black stud named Darren Johnson who said he was a dominant man interested in a submissive. I am basically a switch. I can go either way in the bedroom. If a guy wants me to suck his dick and then get on all fours to get my pussy stuffed from behind, I'm cool. If that same guy wants me to get a strap on dildo and stuff him, I can do that too. I've got very few sexual hang-ups. Just call me a Free Spirit. The sexually liberated kind, not those sociopaths you see on television and movies. You dig? Cool.

Darren Johnson and I met and we had dinner in a restaurant. He looked real good in his black shirt and jeans. I wore a red shirt and blue jeans. I looked mighty fine if I dare say so. We talked a bit. Darren was a student at Sylvester Institute of Technology. I've never heard about that school. He told me about it. Sylvester Tech was a small, four-year, previously all-female technical college in central Massachusetts. They only had thirteen hundred students. In spite of their small size, they managed to have a pretty good Department of Athletics. 

Originally, the school offered Women's Basketball, Soccer, Swimming, Lacrosse, Softball, Field Hockey, Ice Hockey, Rugby, Track, Tennis, Equestrian and Bowling. With the arrival of the male students on campus, the school began to diversify all departments, including sports. Sylvester Tech now offers Men's Basketball, Baseball, Cross Country, Ice Hockey, Soccer, Rugby, Track, Swimming, Volleyball, Tennis, Football and Wrestling. As a sportswoman and a college sports fan, I was pleased to hear about this school. A lot of schools are lousy at sports management. Also, they tend to cut men's sports teams to please politically correct Title IX. That's not cool with me. Darren's school had an even number of male and female students on campus, which was cool in this day and age.

We talked about our lives. Darren was really cool. And charming too. He was studying criminology at Sylvester Tech and wanted to become a policeman someday. I've been meaning to get back to school. Maybe I'll get a degree in business. When I can save the money, of course. For now, I had other things in mind. Namely how to get Darren in the sack with yours truly. He proved easier than I thought. After some heavy-duty flirtation, we went back to his motel room.

Once we were there, we got on the bed and began to kiss and make out like it was going out of style. Man, I had forgotten how much fun this could be. I hadn't dated in a while. I wanted to make up for lost time. We undressed in a haste. Then, Darren lay me on the bed and admired my plump, sexy body. He caressed my breasts and suckled on them. I moaned in pleasure. Then, his hand slipped between my legs. He began fingering me, and I giggled. This was fun. He spread my legs and licked my pussy. Like I've never been licked before. I don't know where this man picked up his skills. He must have been a dyke in a past life. Pretty soon I came, and he lapped up my girly cum. I shrieked in sheer pleasure, practically bellowing in orgasmic delight. Damn, I've never felt anything like that before. I looked at Darren, thankful beyond measure. The sexy black stud grinned, and told me that I hadn't felt anything yet. Truth be told, I hadn't. this stud really knew his stuff and I was about to find out just how much.

Darren showed me his dominant side. I was asked to get on all fours. I did just that. He held his long and thick, ten-inch black cock in hand. He was uncut, too. I held his cock in my hand and began sucking on it. Darren thrust his cock into my mouth. I worked my magic on him. I sucked on his lengthening dick and licked his balls. I also fingered his tight ass, which he didn't seem to mind. Darren's cock filled my mouth. To the extent that I almost gagged on it. I was an experienced cock sucker so I adapted quickly to the situation. I sucked him good. When he came, I drank his masculine seed. I licked him clean. Afterwards, I looked up at him. What did he have planned?

Darren simply grabbed me and put me on all fours. Then, he spread my plump butt cheeks. I knew what was coming, but he told me anyway. In a deep, kind of gravelly voice, he told me that I was going to get fucked in my fat ass. And so without further ado, he did just that. He pressed his big black cock against my booty hole and pushed. With a swift thrust, he penetrated my ass. Now, I don't want you to think that I reacted badly. Honestly. I'm a strong woman who can handle daunting physical and mental tasks. However, when Darren's super-sized black cock went up my ass, I didn't scream. I howled. Like one of the damned. That stuff hurts, for real!

Darren laughed and smacked my ass while continuing to drill his cock into my booty hole. He said he read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. He crowed that he wanted to see if this was true. That's why he hooked up with a big woman like myself. What the hell? This dude is seriously twisted and kinky. I don't give a fuck because I'm getting fucked and loving it. At first, his cock really hurt. My asshole is tight and not designed to take gargantuan black dicks. That's what my pussy is for. However, after a while, the pain was lessened and replaced by a feeling of fulfillment. I liked it. I cannot believe that I'm actually saying this but I like having a big cock up my asshole. It felt really good. So, I relaxed and enjoyed. 

Darren gripped my hips and continued thrusting into my ass with renewed intensity. The way he was fucking me, you would have thought he was in a race, or the commanding general of an army leading them in a charge across enemy territory. Nah, you would have thought anal sex was going out of style. He fucked me good. His big cock stretched my asshole to previously unimaginable levels. And I loved it. My pussy got so wet it started dripping. That's when the magic happened. I came. Cum flowed out of me, without my touching myself even once. I screamed at the sheer orgasmic bliss of it. At the same time, I heard Darren grunt. He came as well, sending his hot manly seed deep inside my ass. We both screamed, loud enough to wake not just the recently deceased but the ancient dead as well. It was that good!

Afterwards, I honestly could barely walk. Darren laughed when I told him I just got the fuck of the century. Nah, make it the fuck of the millennium. Grinning, I went to the bathroom. Darren watched my shapely ass as I loved. I grinned. Yeah, I had it going on. He told me he wanted to hit that fat ass of mine regularly. I took one look at his sexy body and big dick. What do you think I said? We were going fuck like sex was going to get banned. Know what I'm saying? And this, folks, is the story of how my dry spell ended. Oh, and one last thing : If you run into those haters who constantly accuse me of being a dyke, show them this story. That way they'll believe I'm only queer half the time, ha! 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 09



Man, I'm not sure where these haters come from. I'm always getting some hate from them. You may be asking yourself why so many people would waste their time hating a tall, good-looking black college man. It's because of who I am and how I live. The name is Dwight Brown III and in all likelihood, I'm better than you. Face the fact. How else would you explain how this six-foot-three, 240-pound, twenty-two-year-old black man is living the kind of lifestyle most people can only dream of?

I am a student at the Camden Institute of Technology in West Virginia. It's a small, four-year private college with about three thousand students. One of the best of America's small colleges and universities. And I am its King. Not only am I the President of the current Junior Class, I am also the captain of the football team and the overseer of the most popular fraternity on campus. How do I manage all that? I'm smart, charming, and when the occasion calls for it, perfectly ruthless. Some call me a sociopath. Why resort to name calling? Just call me a Free Spirit and we're all good. I'm simply a charming and intelligent man who knows how to get things done. And I can't help it if there are a lot of people around me who simply aren't too bright. I was raised to believe that the weak deserve their fate in life.

Long before I first set foot at Camden Tech, I selected it to be my kingdom. A place where I could be the Master. Camden Tech was originally a place for high-tech geeks and it wasn't a challenging enough place for someone like me. I had my pick of top notch schools like Georgia Tech or Boston College. Camden Tech was a small college in the middle of rural Virginia. They offered only trivial sports in my opinion. Men's Intercollegiate Basketball, Baseball, Cross Country, Soccer, Golf, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rifle, Wrestling and Swimming along with Women's Basketball, Softball, Cross Country, Soccer, Golf, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rifle, Rugby and Swimming. The year I came along, they added Football to their list of sports. I applied to the school, got accepted, and qualified for the Football team. A couple of years and one division championship later, I was its captain. What can I say, I'm just that good.

College life offered many challenges but I mastered them all. Not content with being the leader of the football team, I wanted to completely dominate the campus. So, I entered the Class Presidential Elections. Why? Simply because I could. All the athletes on campus like me, and most of the students thought I was a cool guy. Why not run for office? My only competition was Marjorie Etienne, a plump and frumpy white heifer with red hair and a rather plain face but thick body and big ass. She was running unopposed. The day I entered the election, things on campus got a lot more interesting.

I played it up to the max. And like the cheerfully sociopathic adventurer that I am, I charmed the students and promised to basically transform Camden Tech into a collegiate paradise. I had friends in the school president's office. I also had friends on the faculty. Lots of these men were happy to see football at Camden Tech. it basically put their school on the map. The football team had won the Division Three All-America College Football Championship during its second year. And I was leading them. The school got lots of money from corporate sponsors. Also, adding football boosted enrollment. Lots of young men and women from Virginia who might attend schools like Virginia Tech or the University of Virginia decided instead to enroll at Camden Tech. yeah, the school board and students liked me. Marjorie knew this, and she began spreading rumors that the football team was using steroids. This was threatening to blow into a scandal which might mar the team's reputation and that of the school. What's a cheerful sociopath like me to do?

I decided to fight fire with fire. Marjorie rallied the campus feminists behind her and said that Camden Tech was turning into a Boys Club. Whatever. All this because the administrators opened a special counseling office known as the Men's Center, to help male students who were at risk. The campus already had a Women's Resource Center, functioning since the 1970s. yeah, there's a double standard for you. And a lot of the campus women were buying it. Since the female students made up fifty percent of Camden Tech, I couldn't dismiss them out of hand. So, I concocted a scheme to win them back.

My opponent was not someone to be underestimated, however. She wasn't half as good-looking as the stud muffin I am, But she was ruthless and manipulative. She began a nasty campaign against me to spread rumors. College football players and sometimes even professional football studs get in trouble over women, booze or illicit behavior. The media always overplays these events in the men's lives and make all football players look bad. Between the football team steroid rumors and the campus feminist rally, my odds of winning were looking bad. So, I decided to completely destroy my opponent. The only question was how to go about it. I could start a rumor about Marjorie sleeping around but she's such an ugly bitch that no man would do her the favor. Nah, I had to get ugly to beat ugly at ugly's own game.

Get ugly! What a great idea! Why didn't I think of it sooner? There was this chick named Wanda Thorpe. A tall, skinny blonde chick with a serious weakness for handsome, well-hung black men. She was going out with Jeremiah Stuart, a running back on the team. She was always checking me out but she's not really my type. Any woman I go out with has got to be pretty in the face, with a nice rack and big ass. Wanda was flat as a board in all directions. So, I wasn't interested in her. However, I needed her to get to Marjorie, my enemy. You see, Wanda was Marjorie's roommate! I began my little seduction. I told her that I found her hot, though, and turned up the charm a little bit. Would you believe she bought it? I told her that she was welcome to all I had to offer, if she would do me a little favor. As an added incentive, I unzipped my pants and showed her my ten-inch long uncut black cock and apple-sized balls. She gasped when she saw my equipment. After that, she was eager to please me, in more ways than one.

Wanda took a bottle I gave her and went into the women's dorm with it. She waited until Marjorie went into the shower, and replaced her shampoo with hair removal which I, as a brilliant chemist, strengthened in the school laboratories. My plan was ruthless, brilliant and cruel. It worked perfectly. I had a victim intended, and that was Marjorie. I also needed a pawn, and Wanda was very eager to play the role. The aftermath was not pretty, especially for Marjorie. Let's just say that things got even uglier for her. Somehow, her hair fell out. Ninety percent of it seemed to have been melted away by some strange chemical. Isn't it weird how these things happen?

Now, there was a substantial risk in my scheme. Oh, not Wanda. I knew the bitch wouldn't talk. Implicating me would mean implicating herself. No, the only thing I risked was Marjorie getting the sympathy vote. As it turned out, I really shouldn't have worried. It seems that this plain, yet brilliantly manipulative woman who wanted to become class president was really not well-liked by the female students on campus. Even the feministic sisterhood she embraced secretly loathed her. In the end, the callousness and cruelty of other women, rather than the machinations of a brilliant twisted man, proved to be her undoing. Let me backtrack a little bit. Wanda mixed Marjorie's shampoo with hair removal, chemically strengthened, of course. Marjorie ran out of the bathroom, shrieking as her hair starting falling out. She ran naked through the hallway toward her dorm. Not a pretty sight by anyone's standards. Did the other women in the dorm offer sympathy to the plight of a sister in need? Hardly. They all hated her. Would you believe they photographed her and someone even made a video of her running around naked with her hair falling out with their camera phone. Man, if I had a conscience, I'd feel bad for her. They ran her out of the school. A half-dressed Marjorie drove off campus amid the laughter of her former friends and classmates and was never seen again. I'm told she got into a car accident on the highway. 

Without opposition, I was elected class president by a landslide. I had won. I was the first black man to become class president at Camden Institute of Technology. The fact that I was also a football team captain and a fraternity president also astonished people. The local black community praised me. I was named one of One Hundred Most Outstanding African-Americans in Collegiate America. How about that? Yeah, I had won across the board. I sealed the deal with Wanda, but made damn sure the bitch knew it was a one-time thing. Since she was a sex-craving slut, she didn't care. 

We had some fun in her dorm. She sat on her bed and watched as I undressed, showing off my tall and masculine black man's body. Her eyes remained fixated on my ten-inch cock. I told her to get her skinny flat ass over and show my dick some love. Eagerly, Wanda knelt before me and began sucking my dick. I made her suck my cock and lick my balls. Yeah, she was a pretty good cock sucker. She fingered her pussy while sucking me off. When I came, she drank my cum and licked me clean. I found out soon enough that this crazy bitch was into some crazy shit. She wanted me to whip her. I didn't need much encouragement. I put her on all fours and took out my leather belt. Then, I began to whip her ass. I lashed her back, butt and thighs with my belt, leaving some nice red marks. She yelped and begged me for more. This was fun. I really got into it. I whipped her ass, and even her face. She turned from pale pink to bright red. Cool. The whole time, she was talking trash. Her mouth was so foul that she'd make an NYC cabbie blush. I fixed that by inserting a plastic ball in her mouth and then spreading her butt cheeks for a little anal exploration. 

I looked at her pink little asshole. Nice. I held my cock in hand and pressed the head against her anal opening. Ready or not, here I come! With a swift thrust, I slid my cock into Wanda's booty hole. She gasped as I entered her. My first sensation upon penetrating her was one of warmth and tightness. That's cool. I like a tight ass. Otherwise, what's the point? Grinning, I began to gleefully ram my cock into Wanda's tight asshole while she squealed. I must say that it was music to my ears. I held her by those narrow hips of hers and thrust my cock deeper into her ass. She was loving it, grinding her skinny ass against my groin. We went at it like this for a while, until I finally came, sending my hot cum deep inside her. Wow. This was so much fun. I remained inside her for a moment, then squeezed my way out. Wanda seemed subdued, stunned or whatever. I grinned at her, then put my clothes back on. Five minutes later, I left. I had much better things to do with my time than spend it in Wanda's dorm. She'll let anyone in, you know. Says a lot about her. 

So, there you have it. I'm now the Class President at the Camden Institute of Technology. My grades are really good and I think I can go straight to the top. Oh, sure, there were a couple of guys and girls in my way but you know I can handle them. I went back to my life as if nothing had happened. Marjorie Etienne wasn't missed by anyone, and I became the King of the Campus. Academically, athletically and politically, I was simply the best. The undisputed master of all I surveyed. Camden Tech was my domain. A year after the adventures I just described, I graduated valedictorian. How about that? I applied to Georgia Tech and naturally I got accepted. I'm now in Grad School. When I'm done with it, the top engineering companies out there will be competing with each other to get me. That's more than fine by me. What did I tell you? In this world, or other worlds, it pays not to have a conscience. If you're a smart and ambitious person blessed with the ability to be impervious to remorse, there's nothing you cannot accomplish. I could teach you the fine art of ruthlessness, but you couldn't pay what I'd charge. So long, suckers!



All Women are Bitches Ch. 10



Gaping Asshole Syndrome. That's what the doctors were calling it. The malady which forever changed the face of the world and finally gave Men the upper hand in the Battle of the Sexes. If these news alarm you, they should. Let me tell you why. An epidemic of raunchy anal sex was spreading across North America. It seems that women from all walks of life were getting on all fours and spreading their butt cheeks to receive the anal probing of a lifetime, courtesy of their very willing boyfriends, fiancés and husbands. 

I watched it spread. And it frightened me. Who am I? My name is Anna Lee Uptight. I stand six feet tall, somewhat heavyset, with a cute face, large breasts, thick body, wide hips and big bottom. I have long reddish hair, porcelain skin and bright green eyes. An Irishwoman through and true. Straight from Galway, currently residing in America. I'm a big woman and proud of it and I lead the Resistance Movement, made up of women who refuse to take it up the butt and the men who love them.

No one knows how this epidemic got started. Since the dawn of time, anal sex had always been taboo, especially in heterosexual relationships. Porn movies exploited this and made lots of money. It was the butt of many jokes all over the place, no pun intended. When I was growing up, a woman's backdoor was considered her inner sanctum. Nothing ventured in. Ever. Solid, liquid and gaseous waste escaped daily, that's about it. Then, the virus began spreading. It altered the body chemistry of men and women everywhere.

Basically, women across the world reported that they no longer got any enjoyment out of vaginal sex. Their vaginas became completely without sensation. This made sex not fun anymore.

The only thing left, many discovered, was the ass.

It's with mixed feelings that lots of women began experimenting with their backdoors. They bought dildos and lubricant by the truckload and turned on their backward engine.

Many discovered the hidden, forbidden pleasure of anal love.

Their male lovers were especially delighted. Oh, yeah. Overnight, vaginal sex became obsolete and anal sex became the norm. All women took it up the ass. Black women.

White women. Asian women. Latin women. Middle-eastern women. Biracial women. Lesbians. Bisexuals. Heterosexuals.

Overnight, the world changed. It's almost as if four decades of feminist activism could be reversed in a single year. From female senators and soldiers to corporate executives, policewomen and housewives, all women across the world were now taking it up the ass regularly. Even worse, they were happy about it! Most women had no idea their tight assholes could feel so much pleasure. They fully surrendered themselves to the experience. Anal toys and lubricant sold more than petroleum worldwide. 

The men were thrilled with this brave new world. What man wouldn't love having an eternally horny, anally fixated wife or girlfriend waiting for him every night? The only time people had vaginal intercourse anymore was for purposes of reproduction only. Many didn't even bother with it and went straight to the clinic. Penis-to-vagina sex was considered boring. Something that was good enough for your grandparents but definitely not cool or edgy enough for you. Anal sex is the thrill of the new millennium. It's more popular than anything the world has ever seen. There are cults and churches dedicated to anal sex. Ass worship is a growing movement among men and women worldwide. I am the leader of a rapidly dwindling Resistance Movement. Women who don't want their asses to get penetrated and the men who love them. We who believe that the ass is an exit not an entry and should be kept that way. Personally, I firmly believe in what we are doing. Anal sex shouldn't be considered the be-all and end-all of human existence. So what if vaginal sex is stale, boring, commonplace and that nature and society say it's expendable? I don't care. My asshole is designed to be an exit and not an entry. It shall not accept any penetration from any foreign agents. That means no fingers, dildos, and especially no cocks anywhere near my asshole. 

The only thing that will get anywhere near my asshole is toilet paper, thank you very much. I don't care if that doesn't make me popular with the Powers That Be. I don't care if women worldwide are taking it up the ass and that men are deliriously happy with this state of the affairs. Anyone, man or woman, who tries to stick anything up this woman's asshole will face a rather unpleasant fate. I'm not a violent person. But if faced with the threat of anal penetration, I will use Kung Fu, I swear! I will chop down the would-be stealer of my anal virginity. That's not a threat. It's a definite promise. My word of honor. Unbreakable. Word.

My second in command in this battle is Penn E. Tratur. 

A tall, good-looking black man who is both gay and celibate.

This handsome gay black stud has been my longtime friend for years. In the entire world, he's the only person whom I trust. He's been with me since the beginning. We fought together during many campaigns. He was there when our world fell apart. The Anal Apocalypse came and swept across the entire world. No man or woman was spared. Everyone became an anal addict obsessed with stuffing their assholes all day long. Especially vulnerable were the big women of the world. Word got out that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. An obscure sexual satirist and writer from Boston spread the word. The world's handsomest men sought out not supermodels but plump housewives as their mates. Unfortunately, lots of these women fell in love with these men and betrayed the sisterhood of women who don't take it up the butt by willingly allowing their male lovers to stuff their cocks up you know where. Women's capacity for betrayal never ceases to amaze me. Oh, well. Whatever. I don't care.

Yes, Penn and I are leading the rest of our Resistance cell, which was only three hundred people strong, down in the desert. We were once numerous, you know. Lots of women and men protested the Anal Cults Takeover of the World.

Unfortunately, we found ourselves quickly becoming the minority. Lots of women were simply tired of fighting. They longed to return to their husbands and boyfriends. Many of these cowards and traitors felt that giving up their booty holes was a small price to pay in order to be accepted into modern society. 

Well, I refuse to surrender my asshole to any man or woman! And I will not rest until the practitioners of anal sex are once more banished to the shadows of sexual taboos and half-whispered double entendres like they once were. I want to drive them back into the darkness from when they came. It's an uphill battle but I am sure that it can be won. We are the Last Anal Virgins on the Planet Earth. Hunted nearly to extinction by anal-addicted hedonists. Well, we won't surrender!

One by one, my followers left me. Until only my faithful Penn remained. I've always been able to rely on him. I don't trust the women I am supposedly fighting for. They're manipulative, treacherous, and loyal only to themselves. That's why I love Penn. And he loves me. Except that he's a gay black man and I'm a heterosexual white woman. Bummer, huh? Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I ever made a move on him. Would he return my affections? You know what? Time to find out! We're in the desert. The entire world is out to get us. We're under a tent and there's a sandstorm raging right outside. Penn and I are wrapped up against each other. I take a leap of faith and kiss him.

Then, I wait. A moment passes. What now? Penn looks at me, surprised. I am shocked at what I've done. Have I thrown away two decades of friendship in a moment of lust?

What kind of woman am I? I'm not some random bitch or slut who can't control her urges and is ruled by her pussy.

I'm a strong woman damn it! What Penn does next surprises the shit out of me. He doesn't look at me strangely or chuckle. Instead, he kisses me back. And that's when the magic began.

I can't tell you how it made me feel inside when he kissed me back. Before I knew it, we were rolling around under the tent. Undressing each other in a haste. I unzipped his pants, wanting to feel his masculine tool. Heck, I wanted to feel his entire body and I did. I let my hands roam all over Penn's sexy black athletic body. He was so perfect. We were so different. He was a tall, sexy black stud with a body Olympic athletes would envy. I was a big woman who was kind of cute in the face but plump all over. He looked at me, and seemed to like what he saw. His hands caressed my face and stroked my neck before grasping my breasts. He squeezed my boobs and began suckling on them while his hands felt up my ass. I've got the biggest ass. Big and plump. Yeah, I'm quite proud of it too. 

Penn got on top of me. I felt his sexy body positioning itself on me and I wrapped my arms around him. I spread my legs invitingly. Penn pressed his big cock against my pussy and pushed. With a swift thrust, he went in. I must say that this was a first for me. I've never had sex before, vaginal or anal. So the whole experience thrilled me like you would not believe. Penn began to fuck me good, thrusting his cock deep into my pussy. I screamed in delight as his cock filled my pussy. It felt good. Whoever said cock-to-pussy sex isn't in style anymore is kind of wrong. Penn and I happily romped away. We tried many different positions. I was on all fours and he was ramming his cock into my pussy from behind. He was lying on his back and I was on top of him.

All kinds of fun. I did something else for the first time. I sucked his cock. I never thought I would suck anyone's dick. Oral sex never appealed to me. However, Penn wasn't just anyone. He was the handsome black man I had loved since forever. I would do anything for him. Anything. That's what I told him after he induced an orgasm deep inside me with his amazing sexual powers. I mean, he spread my legs and began licking my pussy like oral sex was going out of style. I was screaming in delight. Oh, man. I had found my little piece of heaven right here on earth and Penn was my angel, my guide, my leader and my lover all rolled into one.

I loved him more than life itself and told him so. Which explains why I ended up doing something I swore exactly ten thousand five hundred and eighty six times that I would never do. Yeah, you guessed right. Bastards and bitches of the world. I finally did it. There, are you happy?

Yes, I finally took it up the ass. But it was not by decree of the Powers That Be. It was because I chose to. I wanted to find out what it was like and I could think of no other person I'd rather do it with than Penn. My wonderful Penn. My special man. I knew he was the right man when I looked into his eyes. Lots of people would have been eager. But not Penn. He was hesitant about the whole thing. He asked me if I was one hundred percent sure, since this was a major step. I nodded, and then kissed him. He kissed me back, and promised to be gentle with me. I got on all fours, and spread my plump butt cheeks wide open. Penn came up behind me, his ten-inch black cock in hand. All set and ready to go. He placed his cock against my backdoor. He was about to go in but I stopped him. Once again, I made him swear to be gentle. He acquiesced, then pushed his cock into me. I gritted my teeth in anticipation of Penn's big black cock penetrating my tight asshole. Hell, it even got my pussy all wet and quivering with anticipation. With a swift thrust, Penn entered me. I gasped. I can't believe it. His cock was in my ass. I actually had a man's cock in my asshole. Willingly. Penn placed his firm hands on my wide hips and pushed his cock deeper into me. As Penn's cock burrowed deeper into me, I winced. That actually really hurts! And he was being gentle with me! There's something to be said about anal sex, folks. It doesn't feel like anything else you've ever experienced. It's my first time and already I can tell you that it's more intense than oral or vaginal sex. First of all, when a big black cock is pushing its way into your asshole, it's hard to think about anything else. You feel invaded. You feel violated. You're being penetrated. Your mind and body are sometimes at war during the experience. You can see yourself as a strong and independent woman like myself, but your ass craves dick down where the sun doesn't shine. How do your reconcile your self-confident view of self with your desire to submit to another's control? It's a hard thing to do. The only way I achieved balance was to surrender. I found myself enthralled by the big black cock ramming its way up my ass. I loved the dick that was drilling my buns and if loving it was wrong I didn't want to be right. Penn let me have it, and fucked me with all the masculine passion he could muster. His invasive cock filled my ass completely. He fucked me until my ass's pressure on his dick proved too much for him and he came, sending his hot manly juice deep inside me. I howled like one of the damned. Kicked into orgasmic bliss for the second time that night by my black lover's out of this world passion and expertise!

Later, I lay in Penn's arms. For the first time in my life, I felt relaxed. No longer uptight. In more ways than one. I felt...free. Free of a burden I carried for so long. My anal virginity. I smiled as I watched Penn sleep. He looked so beautiful. Gently, I kissed his lips. Then, I closed my eyes and slept. A naughty smile crept on my face. I had lost my anal virginity to someone I loved, giving it of my own free will as opposed to buckling under the pressure of the Powers That Be. When I woke up, I was in for the surprise of a lifetime. I was alone under the tent. I panicked. Where was Penn? Had something happened to him? I rushed outside. The first thing I noticed was that the sandstorm had died during the night. The second thing I noticed was that there were other people there. Men in uniforms. All of them armed to the teeth. Smiling at me. I immediately recognized them as Agents of the New World Order. They turned the world into a macho man's paradise by turning all women into sex-craving nymphomaniacs with an addiction to anal sex.

In this brave new world of theirs, women craved sex just as much if not more than men did. I mean, couples were fucking on the streets and no one cared, thanks to the Gods of Anal Sex. 

I looked defiantly at the Director, a man in a lab coat who appeared to be their leader. I knew who he was. The man our now defunct women activist cells suspected of being the mastermind behind the psycho-sexual-viral agent which turned all men and women on the planet into anally inclined, sex-obsessed hedonistic maniacs. I spat at him, but missed. His men restrained me. He stood there, victorious. He had won. The men had won the War of the Sexes. They were officially The Better Sex. Oh, it seemed like we women were winning for a while but the bastards won. They won by being more treacherous in an organized way than we thought them capable of. All those years they were watching TV acting dumb, they were plotting their revenge. The Revenge of the Men. The Men's Organized Domination Movement had won. I was the last member of the Resistance. I looked at the Director and asked him what happened to Penn, my lover. He smiled and didn't answer me. Instead, he looked at me wickedly. I seethed with anger and demanded answers. Had the Men's Organized Domination Movement killed the man I loved? Was my beloved Penn now dead because he wouldn't join these supermen?

The Agents ranks parted, letting a man through. He was clad in head to toe black, and wore a mask. Uh oh, I thought. Here comes the Big Cheese. The Leader of the Men's Organized Domination Movement. He stood before me and uncovered his mask. What I saw was something I wouldn't forget until I died. It chilled me to the bone. The face behind the mask belonged to none other than Penn...my lover! I stared at him, shocked. Penn smiled sardonically. That's when it hit me. It all made sense. He was the mastermind.

The one who brought about a new Age of Male Domination and the Fall of Womankind. Angrily, I resisted my captors, wanting to get at him. Penn laughed, and instead ordered them to send me to be reprogrammed. I knew what this meant. Pretty soon they would infect me with the virus for which there is no cure. I would become a sex-craving hedonist with an appetite for anal sex. Bastards! Why did they have to win? I swear that one day I'll have my revenge! 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 11



Anal sex is addictive. I ought to know, I'm an anal addict myself. What's worse? I was introduced to it by a practitioner of anal sex across the races and sexes, a bisexual man I was seeing at the time. I don't know why or how but somehow, news about my sexual proclivities began to surface around the hood. That is not a good thing. It got me into a fight with somebody and I sent her to the hospital. That whole mess got me into an anger management course, along with a group of men and women whose sexual issues often brought out their anger. First of all, I don't feel like I belong around these clowns. I don't have sexually-related anger issues. I just do what I want to do. It's not anybody's business what I do or who I do it with. However, those morons around Copiague are nosy. And unless I complete this anger management course successfully, I'm going to end up in prison. So I might as well do what I got to do to get it over it. The doctor said confession is good for the human mind, body and soul. Whatever. He's kind of a weirdo. But since I got to, I might as well do it now. This, folks, is my confession.

My name is Darla Thomas, currently of Copiague, New York. Who am I? A five-foot-ten, pretty-faced, thick-bodied, large-breasted, wide-hipped and plump-bottomed chick from the hood. I have short hair bleached bone-white, light brown eyes and jet-black skin. I'm a big woman and I am proud of myself. Lots of females have issues with their weight. I don't. I'm a heavyweight and proud. Two hundred and fifty pounds, that's me. Any questions? Good! I work as a mechanic at Julio's Auto Shop. Julio is an older Hispanic man I've known my whole life. He owns the shop. He's the one who taught me how to fix cars. When I got out of the pen for the first and last time, he offered me a job when no one else would. That's real cool because I was on probation. As a condition of my early release for an aggravated assault charge with a dangerous weapon, I was supposed to attend anger management class and also keep a job. If I didn't do as the probation officer said, I'd be heading back to the big house. No thank you. I like my freedom. And I like my job. Working on cars is fun. I'm one of ten mechanics Old Julio got working under him and the only female. That suits me fine. I've always gotten along better with men than with women. Hell, it's because of a woman that I got sent to the pen.

I was nineteen years old, having recently graduated Copiague High School. I wanted to attend Brentwood Community College and major in mechanical engineering or something. I like working with my hands. The summer after my graduation was the time when I began exploring my sexuality. I met plenty of sexy black and Hispanic guys who wanted a piece of my action. I'm thick, booty-licious and pretty in the face. So I had my pick of sexy guys. I hooked up with a handsome black stud named Jamal Stanford. You had to see him. He was tall, muscular, with a handsome face and one of those perfectly cut six-packs. He looked like an NBA Player for real. He was always rolling with his homeboys in his dad's Hummer. Jamal Stanford was the son of Sergeant Luke Stanford, a Nassau County policeman. 

Anyhow, we had a passionate affair that summer.

Jamal was my first in many ways. He was the first man I fell in love with. He was also my first lover. I lost my virginity to him on the first Monday of August that summer. We were just hanging out at his crib, and since there was no one on the premises, we were fooling around. Just kissing and stuff. Jamal was fondling my tits and playing tonsil hockey with me. He was a really good kisser.

His hands were roaming all over my body. Touching me in ways I'd never been touched before. I was liking it a lot.

Still, when his hand went between my legs, I was surprised. I gasped. Jamal smiled and told me to relax, that he'd take care of me. I tried to relax. I was anxious, and very curious. He was patient but firm and pressing with me. In no time, he had convinced me to get naked. Then he put me on my back, spread my legs and did something no one had ever done to me before. He licked my pussy. Oh, man. That was a good experience. He took his sweet time working me up, fingering and licking me. When I came, I must have screamed like a siren. I mean, it was that intense. 

Afterwards, my sexy stud asked me to return the favor. He whipped out his dick. He called it his Nine Inches of Uncut Black Man Power. Again, I was hesitant. I wasn't naïve. I knew what oral sex was. Hell, I had a couple of porn videos in my basement at home. Still, I never really saw myself as the kind of chick who would suck a guy's dick. Yet Jamal was different. I liked him. So I tried it. I took his cock in my mouth. He guided me through it. Slowly, carefully, I sucked him. He must have really liked it for a few minutes later, he popped. All over my face. Once again, some weird stuff for me but whatever. See what love does to you? I still had enough sense to ask him to wear a condom. He always had condoms on him. I smiled. My man was prepared. Always. He put on a condom and spread my legs before sticking his cock into me. Filled up my pussy with that big cock. I squealed as he broke my hymen. It hurt, but later, as I found out, it felt kind of good. That was my usher into womanhood. That day, he took my virginity. And bound me to him forever. Jamal was my first lover. And I was madly in love with him.

Jamal and I became inseparable. We had big plans, you know. I was going to Brentwood Community College to major in engineering. He was already a student at NYU, majoring in criminology. We were going to make it. All was well. We liked each other's company, got along great, and the sex was awesome. All was cool, until Nicole Harrison came along. The white chick from Tampa, Florida. I hated her on sight. Why? She was tall, and slender, with a model's face and body. Yet she also had large and firm breasts and a killer ass. A big ass that was rare of white chicks. An ass lots of young men from the hood noticed. Especially Jamal. I noticed him checking her out but all guys and girls check out people.

So I wasn't worried yet. Hell, I wasn't worried at all, until I caught him in bed with her. That's when I lost it and launched myself at her. She used mace on me and called the police. Next thing I knew, I was in the slammer. Instead of standing by me, Jamal stood by the white chick. Isn't that perfect?

Yeah, I went to jail and did my time. While in the slammer, I discovered that I had a lot of anger toward men and women. I hated both sexes, to be honest. I've never had a female friend in my life because girlfriends just steer you wrong, you know? Backstabbing and name-calling aren't worthwhile activities for me. Thank you very much. I worked out my anger issues. I got into nasty fights with some of the inmates, especially dykes who wanted a piece of my black ass. I got nothing against gays or lesbians. I'm even supportive of same-sex marriage. However, I don't roll like that.

When I got out of prison, after an eight-month stint, I was done with love, and totally down with sex. I began experimenting with all kinds of sex. No strings attached fun became my favorite thing. The more raunchy, the better.

Looking back, I seemed destined to become a sex addict. And my addiction would get me in trouble.

I first discovered anal sex with my friend with benefits Stuart Jefferson, a tall and handsome black man who was always available for a good time. Not just for women but for men too. Yeah, he was bisexual. That didn't bother me in the least. He was good in the sack. We had some good times together. Stuart, a six-foot-tall former college football player currently co-owns a car dealership in the hood. We met a while ago. He's a pretty cool guy, smooth talking and alright. We hook up sometimes for pure uncomplicated fun. He likes sex as much as I do. Yeah, we were happily romping away in my apartment when he asked me to try something new. This man couldn't get enough of my cock sucking or my juicy tight pussy. What more could he want? As it turns out, he wanted a lot more. He wanted my ass. I was a little hesitant, but somewhat curious so I tried it.

He prepared me for it. He put me on all fours and spread my plump butt cheeks wide open. Then, he applied some slick lube all over my asshole and fingered it. He did that for a while, sticking first one finger up my rump hole then two.

I must say that I had mixed feelings about this. I've always thought and said that the ass was only an exit. Designed to take out the undesirables, not as an entry for an intruder. Yet what Stuart was doing to me was strangely erotic. It felt kind of good to have his fingers in my ass. 

The more he probed me, the more I wanted. He knew this. He laughed and clapped my ass while fingering me. Finally, he pressed his eight-inch long, uncircumcised dick against my asshole and pushed. I gasped as his big cock entered me. I've never experienced anything like that before. Stuart told me to relax, and I tried. He placed his hands upon my hips and began working his cock into my butt hole. Man, that stuff was murderous the first time. I mean, having my ass invaded hurt like hell. And Stuart had a big dick, which didn't help, even with lube. However, he pumped his cock into me slowly and after a while, the pain began to fade, replaced by a curious feeling of fullness. A feeling I liked.

I fingered my pussy as he fucked me, and it felt really good.

We went at it like this for a while, until we both got off. When I came, it was the most unbelievably intense experience of my life. I never came like this before. An anally induced orgasm. How about that? Wow! Stuart knew his stuff!

All in all, it was alright. And that, folks, was my first foray into anal sex.

Yeah, I discovered that I liked anal sex. And Stuart was happy to show me the ropes. You won't believe how kinky he is. I can't believe I'm saying this but it's true. The best lover I've ever had is a bisexual black man. Wow. I go to Stuart's place for a tune-up of the sexual kind every once in a while. He's cool, friendly, great company, and a great lover. He's not possessive like some other people would be.

Right now, I don't need a relationship. And Stuart is not looking for one either. I know he's got men and maybe even women on the side. I never see them and don't ask about them. We always use condoms, so we're cool. Right now, my life is alright. I've got a good job, a roof over my head and I'm staying out of trouble. I don't know if I'll ever get back on the rollercoaster of love. Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. Right now, I'm down with casual, drama-free sex. It's all good, folks. See you later. 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 12



Hello, there. My name is Kurt Lowe. A tall, good-looking young black man living in Iowa. I attend the Iowa Institute of Technology, a private four-year technical college. It's a pretty good school. One of the best in the state. A place where I am the undisputed lord and master of all I survey. I'm a member of the Iowa Tech Men's Football team. Actually, scratch that last one. I'm the best damn running back in Iowa Tech Football history. We're making headlines in Division One College Football. Iowa Tech has a pretty good Department of Athletics. They offer Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Rowing, Cross Country, Lacrosse, Track, Rifle, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Football, Wrestling, Swimming, Soccer and Volleyball along with Women's Intercollegiate Basketball, Soccer, Track, Tennis, Golf, Softball, Rowing, Swimming, Rugby, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Rifle, Field Hockey and Lacrosse. The school fields Club Sports in Men's Archery, Badminton, Cycling and Boxing along with Women's Badminton, Cycling, Ultimate Frisbee and Karate. All of our sports teams compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division One. Overall, the school has sixteen thousand students and demographically, we're fifty one percent male and forty nine percent female. A damn good school to attend. 

That's not what this story is about, though. It's what I do when I'm outside of class and off the gridiron that makes this a wickedly compelling tale. You see, I'm a very adventurous man, sexually speaking. I've done it with women and men. Men and women. Whatever you want to call it. Raunchy sex. I'm bisexual and I don't hide it. I don't go around broadcasting it but I don't hide it either. Life as a bisexual black man in America was pretty good. I've sexed up more women than most straight men ever will in their lifetime. I've also had steamy sexual encounters with men who considered themselves straight but curious. Whatever. My last sexual adventure with a man was with Jules Statesman, Captain of the Men's Baseball team at Iowa Tech. We met at a fraternity function. I was there with some of my teammates and Jules was there with Sandra Ross, a skinny redhead he was dating at the time. My gaze lingered over Jules that night. Sexiness given form. Masculine perfection. 

Jules is a tall, good-looking black stud with a body Olympic athletes would envy. And as I would later find out, he had the biggest dick I've ever seen. We would have a lot of fun together on the low. We chatted at the fraternity party, and traded numbers. When I got home that night, he called me for a session of dirty talk. We hooked up the next day. We had fun. This was the beginning of some wickedly fun times for us. Jules loved riding me. He would come over and we'd kiss, then strip and fuck. I loved fucking his tight ass. Just bend the sexy black stud over and stuff his ass. He had a wonderfully tight ass. I loved stroking his big cock while ramming my dick up his ass. Jules was a real screamer. He loved getting fucked in the ass. Yeah, we had fun. Then he graduated and married the white chick he was dating. What a sucker! I don't hold out much hope for their marriage. I'm not into dating or commitment. I'm a lifelong practitioner of casual sex. 

Sex is natural, folks. I don't know what the big deal is. I just enjoy showing it off, you know? Why are people always tripping about sex? Grow up, people!!! I say that if a man and a woman, or two men, or even two women, are down with a sexual encounter anywhere in the world, they should just do it. Have sex. Have fun. Take precautions for your health and other than that, let the good times roll. If everyone lived their lives the way I did mine, the world would be a better place. I wish people would stop being uptight. Men and women of the world, please loosen up. Open yourselves up to new experiences. Stop being uptight about sex. Oh, and ditch the whole monogamy thing. Monogamy is unnatural. Also, it's unhealthy and a sure sign of neediness. I mean, why let one person become your entire world? Why place all your love, trust, and most importantly, your sexual satisfaction, in one other person? Yeah, that's what I thought. If people stopped being monogamous and embraced sexual hedonism, they'd be much better off. 

Right now, my gal pal Natalie Stewart is on her hands and knees. Her butt cheeks are spread wide open and my ten-inch black cock is buried deep inside her asshole. And she's howling like one of the damned. I love fucking women in the ass. I don't know why. Maybe it's because they can be so damn unpleasant and uptight sometimes, you know. Natalie is a light-skinned, skinny black chick with short black hair and pale green eyes. She's kind of pretty in the face but way too skinny for my liking. I like my women on the thick side. Another thing I didn't like about her was her doggone attitude. She's always walking around thinking she's all that. If you ask me, this bitch needs fucking. And my cock up her asshole was exactly what she needed. She just needed me to talk her into it. I hold those narrow hips of hers and thrust my cock deep into her asshole. She squeals as I ram my cock deep down where the sun doesn't shine. I must say that this is a first. No, it's not my first time trying anal. I've done it lots of times. It's just that this is my first time having anal sex with a skinny chick. I usually prefer big women. The bigger the better. They're more fun in bed, I discovered. Also, they're more sexually adventurous. All you got to do is get them in the mood and make them feel good. 

I've lost count of the number of times I've had steamy and raunchy anal sex with a big woman. I prefer to fuck big women in the ass rather than skinny chicks. Mainly because big women have really tight butt holes. Oh, yeah. I guess you didn't know. The bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. A fact very few people know. I discovered that twisted little-known fact with Roselyn Santiago, a good friend of mine. Roselyn is a six-foot, heavyset, big-bottomed Latin bombshell hailing from the Dominican Republic. Like me, she was totally down with casual sex. We met on campus. She was one of the Sports Medicine people and I was one of the Football team stars. She wasn't supposed to mingle with students in that way, but whatever. We hooked up a few times in my dorm. We just stripped and went to bed. Roselyn could suck cock like the best of them. When she put her soft, warm mouth on my dick, I got harder than Japanese arithmetic. One time, we pushed the enveloped and tried anal sex together. I bent Roselyn over and greased up her puckered asshole with lubricant, then fingered her. After prepping her up, I pressed my dick against her asshole and pushed. 

Man, I will never forget how that initial penetration felt. Roselyn's asshole gripped my cock like a hungry mouth. I placed my hands on her wide hips and thrust deep into her. She screamed, and begged for more. I laughed and continued drilling my cock into her asshole. I've fucked enough butt holes, both male and female, to know that this big lady was no anal virgin. No sir. She was an anal sex expert. That's good. Newbie sex can be fun but rarely worth it. We fucked in so many different positions. At first, I fucked her ass doggy style. Then, I put her on her back and raised her thick legs in the air so I could look into her eyes while drilling her backdoor. She fingered her pussy while I fucked her. Nice. We continued romping away until I came, sending my hot cum deep inside her. Roselyn squealed in delight. I grinned. Then, we began again. Yeah, Roselyn is the woman who got me hooked into the anal-sex-with-big-women experience. I'll always be grateful for that. Back to the present. Anyhow, I was fucking Natalie mainly because, at the time, my favorite sex freaks were out of town. Natalie was backing up her skinny ass against my groin, driving my cock deeper inside her. I held her and continued pumping away. I still can't believe I was doing this. She's not my type. However, when I get horny, I really must have it. Sex. Hell, if I get horny enough, I'd screw a mattress if I could get through it. Just an example, folks, not something I've ever done or would ever recommend. That's why blow up dolls are for! Natalie is best friends with my brother Carlos Lowe, who's a student at Iowa State University and a member of their Men's Rugby Club. 

Carlos has been wanting to tap Natalie's ass since the first time they met. Unfortunately, my brother has Nice Guy Syndrome. That means he's too nice to women and not aggressive or manly enough. I can count on one hand the number of times he's gotten laid. How? Mainly because I hooked him up with some of my female freaks. If I hadn't, my big brother would still be a virgin. See what I mean about getting more booty than straight men? Bisexual men rule the world! Yeah, so, Carlos was always eyeballing Natalie but she was always eyeballing me. I guess she's never seen anyone like me before. On campus, my bisexuality was sort of an open secret. I hooked up with men and women for casual sex encounters. I didn't form relationships with anyone. Who needs the frigging hassle in today's world? Natalie had heard from some of the campus women about my sexual prowess and I guess she wanted to find out for herself. She's not my usual type but when she came to my house that morning pretending to be wanting to see my brother, I took what she offered. How did I get her to take it up the ass? It's not that difficult. First off, I'm a dominant personality, with men as well as women. If we're going to roll together, you do as I say or you hit the road. I don't care how sexy the woman is or how handsome the man is, if they aren't willing to do as I say, they've got to hit the road. 

Natalie quickly acquiesced when I told her the rules. She got on her knees and I whipped out my dick. My ten inches of Black Man Power. They've made many men and women squeal in delight. Natalie wasn't a very good cock sucker. So I told her how to get the job done. Afterwards, I licked and fingered her pussy, then we tried her ass. Natalie had a wonderfully tight asshole. I enjoyed stretching it to previously unthinkable widths. She was a real screamer too. Her screams were music to my ears. I slammed my dick into her tunnel of darkness and delighted in her blood-curling screams. I like making women scream, especially when I'm doing them anally. Especially Natalie, some hood chick who was always talking trash. Well, she wasn't talking trash now, not with my dick up her ass. 

Laughing, I smacked her ass and continued drilling my way inside until I came, sending my hot manly seed into forbidden and dark territory. An earth-shattering scream was my reward from Natalie. I grinned from ear to ear. Afterwards, Natalie took a shower and got going. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to be one of my freaks. Yeah, she was a sex maniac and totally down with anal but it takes more than that to join the ranks of the legions of men and women I might dial for a booty call on a Saturday night. Or any night, for that matter. Nah, probably not. She talks way too much trash. And she's dumb. Not worth my time. Now, Roselyn, there's a freak I can add to my inter gender sexual harem. She's awesome. Maybe I'll call her later. Or whatever. I've got nothing to do right now so I'm going to the gym. Got to keep myself looking fit and pretty, know what I'm saying? 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 13



The name is Damon Etienne. Formerly of the Democratic Republic of Haiti. Formerly of the University of Notre Dame. Currently of Saint Joseph College in Dayton, Ohio. Who am I? A world-famous black man. College student. Adventurer. Erotica writer. Trickster. Seducer. Legendary Bully of Big Beautiful Women. What is my occupation? I am an Ass Stretcher. I hope that's explicit enough for you. Just in case it isn't, I shall go into greater detail. I introduce big-bottomed voluptuous ladies to the wonders of anal sex. Any questions? Good. Now, let's get started.

I was visiting the City of Brockton a few days ago. I got off the train and, feeling hungry, I walked into Dunkin Donuts. I ordered myself a sandwich and some hot coffee. The waitress was a short, somewhat pretty and thick, big-bottomed Cape Verdean chick named Jessica. She was light-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I checked her out while reading my book and eating my food. While I was eating, I noticed her checking me out too. So, I made eye contact and let her know I was feeling her. She smiled, and came closer. She was brooming the area where I sat. We talked. I learned that her name was Jessica. She was a high school senior. Nineteen years old. Recently came to America from Cape Verde. Just like nearly half of all people of color in Brockton.

We had a good time talking together. I told her about Saint Joseph College. A small, four-year liberal arts college in Ohio. Home to a student body of ten thousand students. SJC was also an athletic powerhouse, especially considering its small size. They offered Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Rugby, Rifle, Cross Country, Lacrosse, Wrestling, Soccer, Swimming, Wrestling, Golf, Tennis, Volleyball, Football and Ice Hockey along with Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Tennis, Lacrosse, Volleyball, Golf, Wrestling, Rugby, Swimming, Rifle, Pistol, Ice Hockey, Soccer and Field Hockey. A damn good school. I ought to know. I was a member of the Men's Soccer team. Jessica was impressed as I told her about my life in collegiate America. Yeah, it all sounds good.

I asked her about herself. Jessica was a student at Brockton High School. She wanted to attend Bridgewater State College or Umass-Boston and major in either business or criminal justice. She wasn't sure. She was the first person in her family to attend college. Also, she had recently broken up with her boyfriend Jose. Apparently, he ditched her for a skinny blonde white chick named Rose. This pissed her off to no end. Being left for another woman was always painful but getting ditched for a white female, that's going to mess up the self-esteem of any Island Woman. By Island Woman, I meet the dark-skinned, lovely female archetype personified by Haitian, Jamaican, Cuban, Trinidad and Cape Verdean Women. Island Men are the sexiest, manliest men in the world. Unfortunately for their women, they are also the greatest seducers of women of other races. That's the island woman dilemma.

Jessica was sad, and mad at Island guys for leaving their dark-skinned voluptuous beauties for skinny women. I told her that I was a black man in a school full of white women. In my mind, there was nothing lovelier or sexier than a fine-looking Island Mama. A female who was dark-skinned, pretty in the face, thick in the body and plump in the behind. That's my kind of female for real. Jessica laughed when she heard that. She asked me if I was doing something else later. What do you think I said? Half an hour later, Jessica left her job and changed from her Dunkin Donuts uniform to a black shirt and matching red skirt. Her hair was up and her face well made up. We were going to the Westgate Mall. She was volunteering to be my tour guide.

We went to the nearby Bat Station and took a bus, the number four. We rode it to the Westgate Mall. I looked at Brockton as the bus drove around. The place sucked. But I was with a hot chick so I didn't care. Jessica was all over me. Touching me and flirting with me heavily as we rode the bus. There were other folks there. Mostly black folks. That didn't bother me. I'm a black man. Got nothing against my people. I just wish those black folks from Brockton would stop staring at a brother. I mean, I know I'm good-looking but come on! Resist the urge! It's alright if they stare, though. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular, with dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes. A sexy black college sportsman. Of course these punks and hussies from Brockton couldn't resist me. I was sexiness and manliness personified. Word up!

We got off the bus and Jessica showed me around the Mall. We checked out FYE and Walden Books. We ate at Popeyes. It was fun. The whole time, we were having fun. Enjoying each other's company. So much that when she whispered to me that she was feeling horny, I wasn't surprised. We went to the Ladies Room to have ourselves some fun. First things first, though. Jessica grabbed a "Closed For Cleaning" sign she found near the bathroom and put it on the door. We went inside, and got our freak on.

I was surprised at how messy the Ladies room was but I didn't care. We kissed and frolicked happily. I wanted this woman. I've always had a thing for big women. Especially big black or Latin women. I felt up Jessica's plump and sexy body. Really nice. I liked her. We began to have our fun. Jessica sat on the can and hiked up her skirt. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock. Eight inches of uncut black cock. She smiled as she saw it and began sucking on it. Man, Jessica was a really good cock sucker. She licked my cock and sucked on my balls like they were made of chocolate. I got hard in no time. She sucked me until I came and when I gave it up, she drank up all my man juice. Damn!

Afterwards, we tried some kinkier stuff. I put Jessica on all fours and looked at that fat ass of hers. Damn, she was alright. I admired that ass in those Khaki pants she wore at work. Now, I got to see it for real. I ran my hands over her smooth plump buttocks. Damn, she was fine. She laughed as I felt up her booty. I asked her if she's ever tried anal before. Jessica laughed and told me that she liked getting fucked in the ass even more than she liked vaginal sex but only did it rarely. I asked her if she would try it for a nice guy like me. What do you think she said? Satisfied with her answer, I smiled. I spread her plump butt cheeks wide open and pressed my cock against her booty hole. With a swift thrust, I slid my cock into her tight asshole. Jessica did not scream as I entered her. That's good. She's not an anal sex beginner. She's an anal enthusiast. 

I placed my hands on Jessica's wide hips and thrust into her. Man, her ass felt wonderfully warm and tight around my cock. I began to fuck her hard and fast. She gave as good as she got. Backing that ass against my groin and driving my cock deeper into her asshole. I loved it and so did she. I fucked her good, giving her all the cock I had and then some. We romped away happily until I came, and she squealed as my hot cum flooded her asshole. Then, we started again. I put her on her back and fucked her like this. I wanted to look into her eyes as I fucked her in the ass. I fucked her good. She fingered her pussy while getting drilled in the ass. Man, what a fun ride! I came a second time after an hour of raunchy anal fun. Then, we readjusted our clothes and left the Ladies Room. Some old white woman and her daughter gave us horrified looks as we exited. We both laughed, and told her we were part of the cleaning crew. Think she bought it? 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 14



The name is Jeremiah Clyde Harold. I am a tall young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. College life is not turning out the way I thought it would. Hell, it's turning out to be better than my wildest dreams! I'm having so much fun on my college campus, it's almost criminal. You know a man's got to do his thing. High school basically sucked in a major way but I'm making the most of college. Like I said, I'm having a blast. Stick with me, folks, and I'll tell you all about it. 

I attend the prestigious Eastern New England Institute of Technology. It's one of the largest colleges in the country. Home to a student body of thirty thousand. The campus has an approximately even number of male and female students, which is becoming somewhat rare in higher education. The school has campuses in Boston, Massachusetts. It also has campuses in Providence, Rhode Island, and in Harmony, Maine. I am on the Boston campus. The school is famous for being focused on computing, programming and engineering but it also has a strong liberal arts and humanities program. I'm an engineering major. Someday, I will own my own company. Oh, yeah. This brother is going places. I am involved in lots of activities. On top of being a member of the Men in Engineering Club, I am also a member of the Men's Rugby team. ENEIT, as the Eastern New England Institute of Technology is popularly known, offers tons of activities for students.

Let's see. There's the Men in Enginering Club, the Women in Engineering Club, the Latin Student Association, the Black Student Union, the various Fraternities and Sororities, the Irish American Association and the Greek Heritage Student Union. There's also the Gay-Straight Alliance. Like I said, Eastern New England Tech is famous for its commitment to educational diversity. What really interested me was the athletics offered. Once again, Eastern New England Tech didn't let me down. No way, sir. This school is famous for its athletics. Hell, someone even called it a football factory. Which is probably true. 

The Eastern New England Institute of Technology Department of Athletics offered Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Volleyball, Gymnastics, Pistol, Rugby, Cross Country, Tennis, Golf, Football, Soccer, Nordic Skiing, Fencing, Wrestling, Track, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Archery, Rifle, Water Polo, Sailing, Rowing and Swimming. They also offer Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Pistol, Tennis, Gymnastics, Fencing, Golf, Volleyball, Basketball, Rugby, Cross Country, Field Hockey, Soccer, Nordic Skiing, Wrestling, Track, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Archery, Rifle, Water Polo, Sailing, Rowing and Swimming. All of those sports teams compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division One.

The Men's Rugby team has been doing good lately. I became fast friends with Joel Hales, the team captain. Joel is a tall, good-looking guy with red hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. We call him Irish because he has such classical Irish features. He's not Irish, though. He's actually part Dutch and part Italian. A little known fact, I guess. Nevertheless, he's our captain and one of the guys. An excellent rugby man who used to play varsity football in high school. We had a lot in common. Everything was cool, until I met his sister. 

Who is Joel's sister? The lusty and voluptuous Katrina Hales. The first time I saw her, I decided that I wanted me some of that. Katrina Hales stood five feet eleven inches tall, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. All this and she had a pretty face too, one framed by curly blonde hair. Oh, and I forgot to mention that she had the largest pair of breasts I'd ever seen on a white woman. I like big women. I almost forgot to mention that. Katrina was a big woman and she was pretty in the face and plump in the ass. My top requirements. Yeah, you had better believe that I wanted some of her goodies. Hell yeah! Just looking at that plump ass of hers was enough to give me a boner and make me start daydreaming. Word up, folks!

Would you believe that Joel was the one to introduce us? The Rugby team captain introduced me to his shy and sweet sister Katrina. Hell, he even asked me to show her around campus. Of course, I showed her around campus. I showed her all that and then some. Yeah. I forgot to mention that Joel thinks of me as an upstanding and decent guy. A gentleman through and true. That's my disguise which I use to move among both men and women on campus. So far, it has yet to fail me. I am a player's player. All the femmes on campus might be player haters but they're all turning into player daters and later, simply played, sooner or later. I am the King of the Players. And I decided that I want Katrina's sweet plump ass on a silver platter. And what I want, I always get. End of story!

As I walked around campus with Katrina, I sensed that she was into me. Big-time. I have always been a good reader of women. Body language is a language in and of itself. She was not the shy sweet gal that she pretended to be. When we sat at the cafeteria, she leaned against me and started whispering words into my ear while patting my groin through my pants. Man, the stuff this chick said was way out there. Over two hundred dirty words! I definitely had to have some of that. So, I picked up some condoms and lube from the Health Office at the Student Center. Then, I took her back to my dorm for some wicked fun times.

As soon as we got inside, Katrina lived up to her name and became a whirlwind of lust. She kissed me passionately, and began undressing me. I smiled, and helped her out. My shirt came off, then my pants. I never wore underwear. I stood before her. Six feet two inches tall, big and strong, with some meat on my bones. Standing erect in my hand was my cock. Ten inches of long and thick, uncut Black Man Power. Word up! Katrina's eyes widened when she saw the size of my tool. I grinned. I have that effect on women. What can I say? I'm the man with the Big Black Super Cock. I told her to get down and worship at my altar. At this point, getting her not to play with my dick would have been the challenge. I've never seen a woman so eager to suck dick in my life!

I watched as Katrina got her hands and knees and began sucking on my dick. I love getting my dick sucked. What man doesn't? The only thing better than oral sex is anal sex. And the only thing better than anal sex is more anal sex! Katrina sucked on my dick and licked on my balls. I thrust my ten-inch member into her mouth. Man, I was totally loving it. When I came, she eagerly drank my seed. Then, she looked up at me. What did I want to do next? Well, what I wanted was simple, really. All she had to do was spread those plump butt cheeks of hers wide open and let me fuck her in the ass. Is that so hard to do?

Well, apparently not, for Katrina eagerly got on all fours and spread them like a caught culprit obeying a cop. I grinned, and stroked my ten inches. My dick was hungry and I needed to feed him. He craved booty. Not just any booty but tight booty hole. I read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. I guess this was true. I placed my hands on Katrina's hips and pushed my cock into her asshole. Man, it felt really good. Clearly, Katrina was no stranger to anal pleasure. I grabbed a handful of her curly blonde hair and rammed my cock into her asshole. With a swift thrust, I was in anal heaven. Katrina moaned as I began drilling my cock into her asshole. Her screams were music to my ears. 

There's something to be said about anal sex. It's like no other form of sex on the planet. Greasing a woman's butt hole and then sticking your cock deep inside her asshole is a feeling like no other. Anal sex feels good. Well, mostly for you, but sometimes, it can feel good for her too. Katrina's asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight around my dick. Her ass felt just right. Not too loose and not too tight. Some women have had way too much anal sex in their lifetime. You can tell by the way their asses hang loose. However, a woman who has just begun to have anal sex and has had some experience in these matters is a prime candidate from some raunchy anal fun. 

Katrina is a fine example of such a woman. I like her. She's a big and tall woman with big boobs, a thick body and a plump ass. Her big ass has the most wonderful of all assholes. I mean, she can take it like a champ and her ass is still tight enough to be an enjoyable fuck. Wish we had more women like that around. While I was fucking Katrina's sweet tight asshole, something unexpected happened. Yeah, she farted. I laughed so hard I think I almost broke something. Man, it felt weird. To have my dick buried deep inside a big woman's tight asshole and she fucking farted! Grinning, I rammed my dick even harder inside Katrina. Until I finally came, sending my seed deep down into the most forbidden depths of Katrina's tight asshole. She howled as my hot seed rushed in her bowels. I screamed victoriously! Victory all around! The anal fortress has been breached and the anal invader has captured the castle!

A short while later, Katrina and I parted ways. The following semester, she enrolled at the Eastern New England Institute of Technology's Boston Campus. She sought me out and became one of my many fuck toys. I dare say she's fast becoming more than just an anal slut. Katrina is becoming the Anal Queen. She craves big dicks in her ass and only the strongest and most well-endowed men can satisfy her. That's why she comes to me. Simply because I give her what she craves, and cannot find anywhere else. Lots of females on campus come to me, and that's why I'm the Master. My reputation is spreading fast. Oh, and Joel and I don't talk anymore. That's okay, cause when he got injured I took his spot as Rugby team captain. I do think my fun-filled college days are just beginning.



All Women are Bitches Ch. 15



Take a look at Sholonda Brown. She's one of my favorite young thug bitches. You've seen them before. Those tough black bitches from the hood. Lately, I've been having so much fun with her it's not even funny. Who am I? Ripley Jackson Brakes. A tall, good-looking black man living in the beautiful and sometimes dangerous city of Boston. Way down in Southeastern Massachusetts. I work for the Boston Police Department. I'm currently a special cases detective. It's my duty to make the streets safe. How do I do it? Well, the streets of Boston have been plagued by Black Girl Gangs lately. I'm defending your freedom in my own special way. I'm taking down the Black Girl Gangs. One bitch at a time. I am combatting urban gang warfare through rough anal sex. Word up!

Earlier today, Sholonda got arrested. Apparently, she was fighting against some other females and actually hurt somebody. When the patrol officers arrived, she put up one hell of a fight. One cop even got hurt. I say it's the cop's fault. Most cops are men and they've got the whole chivalry thing. They hold back when dealing with aggressive and violent women. I never do. I'm a big and bad black man. And if some woman gets in my way, I take her down. I've been doing this long before I became a cop. I possess a natural, hidden talent which makes me uniquely qualified for taking down the most evil men and evil women in the world. You see, I've got no conscience whatsoever. I can do anything at all without feeling guilty. I'm a cheerful sort of sociopath and I'll be your policeman for today.

Yeah, they arrested Sholonda. This wasn't her first arrest. Or her tenth. Or even her twentieth. This black female was trouble. Always getting into fights. She was an angry and mean-spirited female. Ruthless and as mean as they come. They brought her into the interrogation room. The first cops couldn't make her talk. That's why they sent her to me. I am well-known for being the toughest, meanest and rudest cop in the department. I don't care if you are a man or a woman. I will beat you down. Yes, bitches, I will beat you down. And I will make you talk. How come I can mess up a woman just as much as I can mess up a man? It's easy if you don't give a crap about it. Being cheerfully sociopathic helps, of course. And a bit of natural sadism doesn't hurt either.

So, yeah, the Powers That Be sent Sholonda to me. I watched her for twelve minutes on camera before I stepped into the interrogation room. I've seen her type before. A black chick who thinks she's all that. A bitch with an attitude. They're frighteningly common in the hood. I've been messing them up for as long as I can remember. Why? Simply because it's fun. I mean, why not? They're rude, vicious and violent. They think having a pussy entitles them to the best of what life has to offer. They never imagine that they have to pay their own way in life. They're lazy, unimaginative and utterly boring. Having a big ass and a tight pussy is just about the only thing most of them have going on for them. Actually, I take back the tight pussy comment. Since the majority of hood bitches sleep around, their pussy can't be all that tight. Their assholes are tight, though. Most bitches from the hood are dreadfully afraid of anal sex. They're afraid of getting their assholes pounded. That's why it's so damn fun to fuck them in the ass. Once they get their anal cherries popped, most of them can't seem to get off any other way. They become anal sex addicts.

Anyway, Sholonda was sitting on a chair in the interrogation room. The other cops wanted her to give up the names and addresses of her fellow Black Girl Gang members. These young thug bitches were responsible for several assaults, robberies and murders. Oh, yeah. Black female gangsters are capable of murder. That's what a lot of chivalrous policemen forget when dealing with female criminals. A woman can squeeze a trigger just as easily as any man on the planet. When dealing with them, you should be ruthless and pragmatic. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy. If you hesitate when dealing with a female criminal, it's going to be your last move. Many cops have been killed by female criminals over the years. Of course, I know that. So, let's get on with the interrogation and the following breakdown of Sholonda. Watch what happens, folks!

I walked into the room. Sholonda looked at me in a nonchalant manner. I knew what I looked. A tall, good-looking black man in a well-tailored business suit. I'm a sexy stud. Both men and women check me out. I've been known to hook up with members of both sexes. It's fun to be a bisexual black man in America. At the police department, no one knows or suspects that I am bisexual. And I like it that way. I'm not ashamed of it. Oh, no. I just don't think my sexuality has anything to do with my ability to be the world's number one cop. Sholonda looked at me, and I bet she liked what she saw. I could see it in her eyes. She should have been looking into my eyes. Had she done that, she would have seen a coldness far beyond that which is found in the infinite darkness of space. Of course, she didn't. Most people never see this in me. The fools.

I sat down with Sholonda, and I politely asked her a few questions. Simple questions. Her name, address, cell phone number and date of birth. She didn't do anything but roll her eyes at me and chew gum. I smiled. I produced a small electronic device out of my pocket and with it, I killed the camera. I almost put out the electrical system of the entire police department. We had basically fifteen minutes before they could fix the problem. And the police interrogation room door was locked. Sholonda was mine. I smiled. We were going to have some fun together.

I asked her the same questions. Once again, she ignored me. I smiled. Then, I punched her in the face. Hard. Sholonda blinked. She looked at me, stunned. I smiled. What's the matter, Sholonda? Why are you so surprised? You are the tough thug bitch. The black female gangster. The killer. Why are you so shocked to see a male police officer hit you in the face? I calmly asked her the question again. She shrank from me. I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, then threw her against the wall. I heard a satisfying crunch. I smiled. This was going to be good. I really hope she's not going to crack easily and spill the beans. I took out my belt. Sholonda's eyes widened. I smiled, then grabbed her and whipped her across the face. The belt left some nice blue marks. I smiled. This was good. I smacked her around a couple of times, but she still wouldn't talk. So I decided to take out the big guns.

I grabbed Sholonda, and dropped her on all fours. I made her drop her pants, and inspected her pussy and ass. I took a finger and stuck it into her pussy. Then, I took it out. Okay. Sholonda's eyes widened. She was beginning to realize that she had pissed off the wrong cop. So I gave her the standard psychopathic lecture made so famous in the movies. I told her what I thought. She was worthless trash from the hood. And she was the bane of America. A threat to the lives and freedoms of good men and women everywhere. And I was going to stop her. I saw myself as a defender of freedom. I'm going to ass fuck her into submission with my giant black cock. End of story.

I dropped my pants, and whipped out my dick. Ten inches of long and thick, uncut Black Man Power. Sholonda's eyes widened like saucers when she saw it. She began to beg and plead. Hell, she mumbled so incoherently that I thought she was speaking in tongues. Laughing, I grabbed the bitch and made her assume the position. Face down and ass up. I pried her butt cheeks wide open. I smiled, then pressed my cock against her butt hole. With a swift thrust, I went inside. The blood-chilling scream which escaped from Sholonda's mouth was music to my ears. I laughed and rammed my cock into her asshole. I was going to make her sing a new tune.

As I filled Sholonda's tight asshole with my cock, I felt so calm and peaceful inside. If you ask me, female gangsters just need a stiff cock in the ass to tame them. The United States of America has suffered under the wicked deeds of these evil women for far too long. Have no fear, citizens. Your freedom will be defended. I can and will plow into the assholes of every bitch who considers a life of remorseless criminal activity. Either they will change their ways or they will learn to love the big black cock that's invading their assholes. Word up!

Sholonda howled like one of the damned as I fucked her asshole like anal sex was going out of style. Her howls were music to my ears. I've never heard such a wonderful symphony before. Every thrust of my big black cock into the black bitch's asshole was a strike in the name of justice and true equality. Every inch of my cock that filled her derriere was a march in the name of peace and prosperity to be achieved only after the criminal element is eradicated. And every time she howled, it was the adding of a new hymn to the glorious symphony of unbiased justice. Halfway through it, she realized that her ass was paying for what she did and none of the other female gangsters could help her. So, she confessed. Like a true bitch, she barked the names and addresses of her fellow gang members. I memorized them and I fucked her good. Something amazing happened. She began to enjoy it. I could tell she was loving it. She actually told me to kepe fucking her! I laughed. It's always good to preach to the converted! We went at it until I came, sending my cum deep inside her asshole. Sholonda howled, an ear-shattering piercing sound. I roared victoriously. Justice at last!

Afterwards, Sholonda calmly readjusted her clothes and did as I instructed. She told the detectives the names and addresses of her fellow female gang members. She even testified against them in court. All one hundred and twenty seven members of Boston's Black Girl Gang were convicted by a staunch prosecutor from Suffolk County and sent to prison. Sholonda cut a deal with the district attorney and walked scot-free. She became my personal love slave and I delighted in turning her into a whimpering anal slut. Unfortunately, she didn't last long and perished in a car crash while I was at work. Oh, well. It's so hard to find good help these days. I'm interviewing new prospects for the position of my personal love slave and anal slut. Both sexes can apply. Do you know anyone? Just kidding! Folks, the line starts at the right! 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 16



Oh, my frigging Gawd! My ass is full! Currently, I'm on all fours, my big black plump butt cheeks spread wide open. Drilling his twelve-inch uncut black super cock into my tight asshole is my main man Trevor. The roughest, meanest black pimp this side of Detroit. Every time he slams his cock into my shit hole, I feel like I am frigging dying. And I totally love it. My name is Sylvia. A six-foot-six, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black policewoman who absolutely loves getting fucked in the ass. I've got a secret to share with you. The bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. Must be why I love getting my asshole filled with cock.

Trevor is my main man, a tall and hunky black man with chiseled good looks and a huge cock. He's well-known to fuck a lot of bitches in the hood. His reputation is that he loves fucking arrogant bitches in the ass. Well, I am a big and tall arrogant black bitch who totally loves big cocks. A lot of men are intimidated by the fact that I stand six feet six inches tall and weigh two hundred and sixty pounds. I've always been a big and tall woman. In high school, I played football, basketball and I was a varsity wrestler. I was a real triple threat and even won second place in the men's 250-pound weight class. I don't get scared of challenges. I meet them head on. My challenge has always been to find a cock big enough to scratch me where I itch and totally satisfy me.

I like the kind of man who takes charge. All women are the same. It doesn't matter if we're seven feet tall or five feet tall. Trevor understood that, and he was able to beat me at my own game. That's why I was more than happy to give him all the pussy and ass he could ever want. I first met him while I was doing my rounds. Just driving around in a Detroit City Police Department car. I saw a skinny white bitch getting smacked around by a tall, good-looking stud. That was Trevor. He was the Pimp and the bitch, Nellie, worked for him. She had stolen ten bucks and he was punishing her. Business as usual in this side of town. Prostitutes who stiff their pimps for money get punished. End of story.

I couldn't simply stand by and do nothing, so I walked up to Trevor and told him to let the skinny white bitch go. He looked me up and down, smirked, and continued whipping the bitch. That's it. I had to intervene. That proved to be my mistake. The cocky, arrogant black stud reacted faster than I'd ever seen a man move. Before I could reach for my pistol, he had shoved me backwards and taken my revolver from me. Now, he had the gun. I looked at the sexy black stud. I was stunned. He laughed, and told me : Who's the bitch now? I looked at him, still shocked. Understand that I've been physically powerful my whole life. I stand six feet six inches tall, as I mentioned before. I can bench-press close to five hundred pounds. I love contact sports. Football. Basketball. Soccer. Rugby. Wrestling. Boxing. Yeah, I've competed against both men and women in all of these sports and very few men have been able to best me. Yet Trevor the black pimp had stunned and disarmed me in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the skinny white bitch and told her to get her skinny ass lost. She did as she was told. Just ran out of there. So much for the sisterhood of women that feminists are always bragging about. I came to save this woman from this man yet she ran to save her skin as soon as she got the chance. I hate women. Seriously. Bitches are no good. They always let you down. Now I understand why lots of men hate bitches. Bitches are unreliable, remorseless and care only about themselves. And thanks to this one, my life was in jeopardy. I looked at Trevor. What was he going to do to me? 

Damn that Trevor! He was a macho black pimp. A ruthless criminal used to the life on the mean streets of Detroit. A place where men and women died every fucking day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Would I be just another statistic? A black female police officer who rushed into danger without backup? I could see this weekend's headline. Black policewoman gunned down in the line of duty. Wouldn't that be lovely? I suddenly felt nervous as I realized that I could die today. No way! Me, die? No way! What a wonderful treasure the world would lose if I suddenly became worm food! I suddenly felt a wetness between my legs and realized that I had just pissed myself. Oh, shit! Trevor looked at me, noticed that I, the big black policewoman had just pissed my pants, and burst out laughing! I stood by, helpless. I've never felt so humiliated in my entire life.

When he got done laughing, Trevor told me that he was going to teach me a lesson. He ordered me into the alley. I did as I was told. He told me to get on all fours. I got on my hands and knees. He looked at me, smiling. So, you're not so tough now, you big black bitch? He told me to get undressed right here in the dark alley and show him my plump black ass. I did as I was told. Trevor began feeling my fat ass with his rough hands. Finally, he told me that he was going to fuck me in the ass. I had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, I was scared because he was a man with a gun. On the other hand, I loved getting fucked in the ass. Just thinking about it almost made my hairy black pussy squirt. Excitement won over fear, and I spread my plump butt cheeks wide open. I was going to get fucked in the ass.

Without further ado, Trevor pressed his cock against my asshole. I turned around briefly, and gasped when I saw the size of that thing. It had to be at least twelve inches long and so thick I would have needed both hands to grasp it. With a malicious look in his eyes, Trevor rammed his cock into my asshole. I howled. He began to fuck my ass gleefully, shoving it deep. I screamed as I felt his gigantic black cock invading my asshole. Even though I am a big woman in every sense of the word, my asshole is quite tight. Trevor delighted in punishing me, ramming his cock deep inside me. I squealed like a pig as his cock filled my asshole to the limit. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as he fucked me in the ass. He called me a stupid black lust, a useless whore and a filthy bitch with a soon to be gaping asshole. 

I didn't say jack but kept howling as he made my ass his plaything. His cock went so deep into my ass that I thought it was going to come out of my mouth. He smacked my ass as he fucked me, drilling his cock into me. I screamed, and slowly, found myself enjoying it. My pussy was dripping wet on the filthy alley floor. Trevor read my body language and said he knew I liked it. He fucked me even harder then forced my head toward the floor. He told me to lick the filthy alley floor like the useless bitch I was. I did as I was told. Trevor laughed, and I guess he must have been so turned on that he came, sending his hot cum deep inside my asshole. I howled like a woman possessed. I heard Trevor laugh, then felt his cock leaving my ass. With that, he vanished.

I got up slowly and painfully. I was a creature transformed. Gone was my arrogance. I was subdued. I was docile. I felt great. Abased but more alive than ever. I was an arrogant and bitchy woman who thought she was all that and got conquered by a strong black man with a mean left hook and a big black cock. A big black cock which filled my asshole and made me sing his praises to high heaven. I would never be the same. When I returned to the precinct, I was forever changed. I became a cock addict. The bitch who craved cock in her asshole to fill a void which never got filled. And I liked it. 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 17



When I look in the world today, a lot of what I see shocks me. Human beings have made lots of advances technologically but people haven't changed. It doesn't matter what clothes they wear, what type of car they drive or anything of the sort. Deep down inside, they're all the same. Bastards will be bastards. And bitches will be bitches. The sad thing is that bitches think that they are entitled to special rights simply by being what they are. I don't know about you but that's not gonna fly with me. People get what they deserve. End of story. This culture of entitlement rubs me the wrong way. Bitches making demands? No way in hell! I am issuing an executive order. Bitches get no special rights anymore. They will be given no special privileges, exceptions or treatment. Bitches will get no free rides anymore. That's the new world order. If you don't like it, you can kiss my black ass.

I went out and decided to go hunting. What do I hunt? Bitches from the hood. I'm not looking for the common bitch from the hood. I'm looking for something else. The nastiest, bitchiest, most wicked and dirty bitch from the hood. The queen of all bitches. The one who's such a sick, scary slut and wicked bitch that other bitches are scared of her. The meanest bitch in the hood. That's who I'm going after. I'm going to find her, and tame her. I will transform her from scary bitch to tame bitch. My own personal bitch. I'm sending out a message to all of them. They're next, unless they fall in line. This is how I do things. Hunting bitches is what I do. It's my vocation, my hobby and my profession all rolled into one. In the eyes of the world I'm a tall, good-looking young black man. I'm much more than that. The embodiment of the functional psychopath. Your worst nightmare.

It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. I went into the heart of the hood and found me a big and tall, round and brown bitch. Luring her into my lair was easy. I had plenty of money and I was a good-looking black stud who was willing to spend it with the dame he was interested in. Bitches have a common weakness. They're extremely vain. It doesn't matter how ugly a bitch is. She still thinks she's got some incredibly beauty about her. I guess that's what happens when they live in their very own universe. Yeah, their minds exist outside reality. Well, I'm going to jolt them back into our world with a massive dose of raunchy anal sex that's so steamy and so frigging nasty that it's gonna elevate the might of butt fucking to heavenly standards. Word up.

Once I had the bitch in my apartment, I made her sing a whole different tune. First, I needed to show her who's boss. She's under the mistaken impression that having a loud mouth and a pussy grants her special rights. First came the solid hit to the face. That one caught her by surprise. I smiled when I saw the surprised look on her face. I didn't let her recover and instead tackled her to the floor. She looked at me with frightened eyes. I smirked. Not so tough are you, bitch from the hood? Without your precious cell phone to dial the pigs or your fellow bitches backing you up, you're not so tough. Well, I don't need pigs or bitches to make me strong. I've got my own strength and power. It's me all the days of my life. And as heaven is my witness, I'm going to show you what real strength is.

Now, I'm going to let you up. however, you have to do exactly what I say. Or else. Oh, what is it? You actually like the rough stuff? Well, thanks for this impromptu confession, but I don't care. Bitch, I am not asking you, I am telling you. You're going to do exactly as I say. That means you have to get on all fours, and spread those plump butt cheeks of yours wide open. Guess what? You're going to get fucked in your ass. I'm gonna stick my cock in your ass until you learn to love it. Okay. Good. Now, get down and bend over. I like the way you're looking today. You're my favorite slut, you know that. Now, bend over and get ready to get fucked. You're exactly the kind of bitch I like to fuck. Tall, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. You've got a lot of ass, you know. Big and brown. I'm gonna have so much fun fucking you. 

Spread them butt cheeks wider apart. That's it. Cool. I'm gonna smear some lube all over your ass. Bitch, stop whining. I know the lube feels cold against your asshole. But you're gonna thank me for this, believe me. You really wouldn't want to have my twelve-inch black dick up your ass without lube. Trust me. It would not be good for your health. Yeah, now assume the position, bitch. Just like we discussed earlier. Face down and ass up. That's it. Now, I am rubbing my cock in my hand. I am overjoyed at the mere thought of taming that ass of yours. This is gonna be one for the story books. They're gonna be talking about this one for ages to come.

I place my cock against your puckered asshole. With a swift thrust, I go in. Oh, my. Your ass feels both warm and tight around my dick. Damn, girl. Your ass is so damn tight. I guess what I read somewhere is proving to be true. The bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. I thrust my cock deeper into your asshole. How does it feel, to have my ten inches of hard black dick deep inside you? Earlier, I had seen you in the street talking trash. Well, what do you have to say for yourself now? You can't say nothing can you? Not with so much black dick tearing up your asshole. Oh, man. I guess today is the day of discoveries. The only way to get a common hoodlum to stop bitching and whining is to bend her over and fuck her in the ass. Alright, that's cool. I'm gonna recommend this to all the players out there. We're going to cure the hood of all of them cussing bitches. Word up. 

I am jamming my cock into your ass, bitch. Do you love it? Does it feel good? How does it feel when your ass is full? Personally, I'm loving it. I love fucking bitches in the ass. If fucking the likes of you in the ass were an olympic sport, I'd be the undisputed world champion. You're completely and utterly worthless, you know that? Seriously. What contributions have you made to the world? Standing in the middle of the street cussing like a common hood whore doesn't count. You're nothing. You're less than nothing. If you were nothing, that would be something. Stop squealing, bitch. I'm talking, here! Oh, my. Did you know that your ass tightens when you squeal? I bet you didn't. Oh, well. Feel free to squeal since it's making your ass tighten around my cock. Yeah, that's it. Oh, my gawd! Bitch, tell me you did not just fart! Oh, man. Bitch, you need a lesson in Anal Sex Etiquette. Thou shall not fart when a man's cock in up your ass. Got it? Okay! Now hold on. Why? Cause I'm gonna cum inside your asshole. Oh, yeah. It's coming. Man, I am blasting my load deep inside your bowels. Down where the sun doesn't shine. Oh, yeah. I feel good. So damn good. How about you? What? Why are you crying? Those better be tears of joy, otherwise we shall lather, rinse and definitely repeat. You want some more? Alright, then. Stop whining.

Alright, I'm leaving. Put your clothes back on and get out. I don't ever want to see you on the street cussing again. You hear me? Good. Just remember that from now on, you will be held accountable for your actions. It's a brand new day. Bitches get no free rides anymore. The pussy pass has expired. That's the new code of law strictly enforced by me. End of story. If you don't like it, tough. You could always move somewhere else. Peace. 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 18



Greetings, everybody. I have an announcement to make! My name is Ray Blackstone. I am a tall, good-looking young black man from Boston. I'm a student at Central Boston Institute of Technology or CBIT. It's a small, four-year private college with a focus on computing and engineering. It's the setting of most of my adventures. What can I say? College life was good to me. I was fortunate enough to attend a school dominated by black people. That's what's up. over forty percent of the students on campus are black. Also, CBIT is a school with more male students than females. That's cool with me because it's the reverse at most colleges these days. Good to see so many men, especially black men, on campus.

Officially, Central Boston Institute of Technology's student demographic is fifty one percent male and forty nine percent female. They also have a totally kick-ass Department of Athletics. They offer Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Volleyball, Cross Country, Soccer, Football, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Tennis, Swimming and Golf along with Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Rugby, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Bowling, Swimming and Golf. I am a running back on the Football team. It's Division Three College Football. No complaints. I'm also an honor student, believe it or not. Yeah, I was having a good time on campus. Let's just say that I have a very cool way of passing the time. A pretty fantastic hobby. The kind that not even billionaires can boast of. Word. 

What's my hobby? Chasing chicks and fucking them in the ass. Not just any chicks but especially big girls. I like my females to be big, black and a little on the bitchy side. I like to bend them over and fuck them in the ass. I want to see if they can continue to talk trash when they have a big black cock in their asses. Way up their shit holes. Deep down where the sun doesn't shine. Big black bitches from the hood definitely need anal! It's something I need to discover. That's what gets me going. That's what makes me happy. These are my adventures. Stick around and watch what happens.

Right now, I'm with Rebecca in my dorm. Who is she? A six-foot-tall, thick-bodied, large-breasted and big-bottomed black woman. She works as a corrections officer for Plymouth County in Massachusetts. What she didn't mention in her resume is the fact that she's the best damn cock sucker on the planet. She's showing my dick some love and I'm loving it. I like watching big black bitches sucking cock. What can I say, it turns me on. Rebecca continued sucking my dick and licking my balls. When I came, she eagerly drank my manly seed. That's a good bitch. If there is a such a thing. Whatever.

Next, I wanted a piece of her fat black ass. That's what I do with fat black bitches from the hood. I put them on all fours and fuck them in the ass. That's all they're good for anyway. It's also how I have my fun. I looked at Rebecca as she got on all fours. A big black woman on her hands and knees, her plump black ass swaying from side by side. I don't know about you but just looking at her gets my dick harder than a frigging stone. I want some of that ass and I'm gonna get it if it's the last thing I do. Word up, folks. With that, I spread Rebecca's plump butt cheeks and pressed my cock against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went in. Boldly going where no doubt many men had gone before. Exploring the anal cavity of Rebecca, big black hood chick extraordinaire. Holler.

I placed my hands on Rebecca's hips and thrust into her. The first thing I noticed upon penetrating her was how warm and tight her asshole felt. Damn, I'm liking this, big-time. I pushed my cock deeper into forbidden territory. There's something to be said about fucking a woman in the ass. Especially a big black woman. I read somewhere that big women have the world's tightest assholes. It's a statement whose truthfulness I can definitely testify to. I've fucked many a big woman in the ass and they do have tight assholes. That's part of the reason they're so much fun to fuck. 

I continued slamming my cock into Rebecca's booty hole. She was screaming her lungs out as I filled her asshole with my long and thick black cock. Her screams were music to my ears. Why? I don't know. I'm so used to seeing big black bitches from the hood cussing up a storm for no reason that I love to make them sing a different tune. I want to see a big black bitch talk trash when she's got ten inches of hard dick up her ass. No way she can talk trash now. That's why I rammed my cock into Rebecca's booty hole like anal sex was going out of style. Man, I smacked that plump ass of hers as I fucked her. Watching her ass jiggle while getting fucked was so much fun. Rebecca has one of those bubble butts. It's fun to watch them jiggle. There's no pleasure greater than burying your cock up the asshole of a big black chick from the hood, especially when she's a bitch with a ghetto booty.

I plowed my cock into the darkest recesses and most forbidden depths of Rebecca's asshole. Man, I think I shoved my cock so deep up her asshole that I'm almost surprised it didn't come out of her mouth. What can I say? I'm a motherfucker with a strong dick who craves that anal flavor. I am addicted to crack. The kind you fuck, not the kind you smoke. Oh, yeah. I like big butts and I will never lie about it. Anal sex is my idea of what heaven feels like. Why would I lie about that? Who do you take me for?

I gripped Rebecca's hips even harder and drilled my cock into her asshole. I swept my hand between her legs and was surprised at how wet her pussy was. I guess she was getting off on this. Damn, she's my kind of bitch. She gets off on having a big black cock deep into her asshole. That's what's up. Man, this stuff turned me on so much that I came right then and there, sending my hot cum deep inside Rebecca's asshole. Rebecca squealed as my hot cum filled her asshole. I roared, a sound of primal masculine pride. Slowly, I pulled out and looked at Rebecca's now gaping asshole. I admired my handiwork. Nice!

Afterwards, Rebecca left my dorm and I hit the showers. Once I'm done fucking, the bitch has to take a hike. Word up. Know what I'm saying? Cool. I forgot to tell her that I had filmed the entire encounter. I released the video on the Internet, after blurring out my face, of course. Can't have the good folks of the Central Boston Institute of Technology think one of their favorite football stars is a porn star in the making. I wish I were around to see Rebecca's face when her employers found out what she was up to and fired her. Last I heard, she'd gotten thrown out of the Department of Corrections and was now turning tricks in downtown Boston. 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 19



Good evening, dear people of the world. How are you doing? What brings you to my doorstep at this hour? Perhaps you wandered in by accident. Or mere curiosity. Well, whatever brought you here, since you might be here a while, why not sit down and spend some time with me. I have a story which I would very much like to share with you. My name is Stephen Michael Edwards. A tall young Black man living in the state of Massachusetts. I'll be your misanthropic bisexual Trickster for the evening, thank you very much. The story that I'm about to tell you involves a very wicked person getting their just desserts. Please, read on.

I'm a student at Champion City Community College, one of the better community colleges in Massachusetts. Champion City Community College has campuses in Brockton, Randolph and Easton. The school is fortunate enough to have an even number of men and women on its student body and a kick-ass Athletics Department. The Champion City Community College Department of Athletics currently sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Basketball, Golf, Tennis, Baseball, Cross Country, Volleyball, Soccer, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Wrestling, Football and Swimming along with Women's Intercollegiate Basketball, Cross Country, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Volleyball, Soccer, Softball, Wrestling, Rugby, Golf, Swimming and Tennis. They compete in the National Junior College Athletic Association's Division III. I'm not a student-athlete but I love college sports. I always show support for the school sportsmen, especially the Football studs. Word up.

Have you ever met a woman who loves messing people up? The kind of bitch who always has something nasty and rude to say. A chick who seems mad at the world and never misses an opportunity to screw other people over. Well, such a bitch is called a sociopath. A sociopath is a person without conscience. He or she can do anything at all without feeling guilty. There are a lot more female sociopaths than male sociopaths out there, although scientists deny it. Blame it on their spinelessness and politically correct deference to the feminists and other bitches who use the Pussy Pass to get ahead in life. Anyhow, I've battled lots of sociopaths in my day. I have a special power for detecting them. I think it's because I'm not that different from them. I can do almost anything at all without feeling guilty. However, I don't go around screwing over innocent people for kicks. I choose to hunt the sociopaths of the world and mess them up. Just call me an anti-sociopath sociopath. The one who hunts his own kind in order to protect the humans. 

Lots of Sociopaths out there love to mess up the Humans. It's easy and I know how tempting it is. Humans aren't too bright. They're not that intelligent and they're very easy to fool. If you're born good-looking, intelligent, charming and completely remorseless, you're the ultimate predator. When a sociopath goes after a human, it's a lot like a tiger going after a three-legged goat in a corridor. In other words, the human doesn't stand a chance. I'm not a tiger. Nah, more like a fearsome panther ready and willing to give the meanest tiger out there a run for its money. Yeah, that's how things usually play out. My power is that I can detect the sociopaths regardless of whatever disguise they happen to be wearing. Unfortunately, I'm not always able to stop them. They're ruthless. They're cruel. They're manipulative. They're extremely intelligent. And they're pure evil. Does that sound like a fun? The hard part is that I usually try to warn the human about what kind of evil predator is pretending to be his or her spouse, lover, friend, business partner or buddy. I'm almost never believed. Come on. A perfect stranger tells you that your wife is pure evil, would you believe him? Of course not. Most people wouldn't. That's why a sociopath's tricks work almost every time. 

They don't work on me, though. Because I'm more ruthless than most sociopaths. And when I want to be, I can be more evil than the devil. If you don't believe me, watch what I do to a sociopath who has incurred my wrath by preying upon the humans I considered to be under my protection. The sociopath in question is Louisa Nelson, a librarian in my college campus library. She looked ordinary enough but I knew what she truly was. An evil fiend worthy of being a member of the devil's elite. A five-foot-eight, black-haired, brown-eyed, white-skinned, plump and matronly woman with a penchant for dark business suits and too-tight dress pants. Oh, and tacky hand bags too. Must not forget the tacky hand bags. She had those beady little eyes hiding behind horn-rimmed glasses. Her favorite thing to do was to harass the humans in the library. She considered the library to be her territory. Sad thing is it's one of my favorite hangouts. You can't have two super predators occupying one territory. They're bound to clash. I've clashed with the sociopathic super bitch before. I emerged the victor. It wasn't easy, though. You need to be a strong person, with a certain coldness of mind and agility of thought if you want to stand a chance against a sociopath. The sociopath's talent for manipulation is legendary. It can turn friend against friend in the blink of an eye. Word. Lucky for me, my only friend was my lizard brain.

So I ambushed my favorite female sociopath in the library one night. When she came to, she was in my basement. Completely nude, bound and gagged. Yeah. I stood before her. A tall man clad in black from head to toe and wearing a black leather mask. She couldn't tell what ethnicity I was, let alone what I looked like. I told her that she had been a wicked bitch all the days of her life and that she was going to get punished for it. I told her that I knew her secret. The fact that she had no conscience whatsoever was not alien to me. No force on the planet could make a sociopath feel remorse. However, a sociopath can and will feel pain when pricked or prodded. Guaranteed. So, I decided to unleash hell upon the female sociopath. Watch what happens.

First, I took out my favorite leather belt. Time for the bitch to get some serious ass whipping. I began whipping her. She screamed, though it was muffled by the gag. Laughing, I lashed over her back, thighs and face with the leathery whip. It left some nice red marks. I smiled. This was good. Whip the bitch until she's raw. That's how I like to do it. I flogged her and watched her body thrash about. Oh, my. The big woman was turning a nice shade of reddish purple from both sweating and getting flogged. I admired my handiwork. Nice. How do I spice things up? I saw some candles on a table nearby and got an idea. I flipped my lighter and lit them up. I took the burning candles and let the hot wax drip on my bound female prisoner's back. She couldn't run. She couldn't hide. She couldn't scream. All she could do was squirm as the hot wax dripped on her back. I smiled as the red marks appeared. One after another. Until her back, thighs, arms and legs looked like a pizza topping. I smiled. This was totally awesome. Now, how to top that?

It's a known fact that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. Also, the asshole is the only honest part of a woman's body. Not her mouth, which is infamous for uttering all manners of lies. From the most seemingly harmless fib to the deadliest accusation and most outlandish statement. No, the woman's mouth is not honest. Her pussy? Oh, please. The pussy lies. End of story. It lies about orgasms and its owner routinely fakes them. And that's just for starters. No, not the vagina. I'm running out of options here. Wait a minute. What about her asshole? Is a woman's asshole honest? I don't know. Little has been said or written about women's assholes. I need to find out to what extent a woman's asshole's honest lies. I need to administer a test. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go fetch my tools.

Okay. I've got with me the King of all Dildos. The Sex Man Power Drill 9000. Affectionately known as the SMPD-9000 by male and female dildo buyers everywhere. It's really the father of all dildos. Twenty inches long and quite thick. Made of cool steel sheathed in sythetic skin to give it that special, natural feel. It doesn't feel like a mechanical marvel. Rather, it feels like a real dick. Only the biggest dick you've ever seen. I stood before my quarry with it. She looked at me, eyes wide. I smiled and nodded. Yes, bitch. The dildo is for you. All for you. It's the granddaddy of all motherfucking dildos and it's going up your ass. Sans lube. What do you have to say for yourself? Nothing. You're quivering with fear. You're mumbling through your gag. You can't say shit. And it's going to go so far up your ass they won't be able to tell where you end and it begins. No famous last words before we begin? Are you sure? Alright, then. Let's do this.

As had been said, finding a spot in a woman's body that's incapable of lying is a lot like trying to find an honest car salesman. Lucky for us, we found the asshole. I placed the head of the dildo against my favorite librarian's puckered asshole after spreading her plump butt cheeks wide open. With a swift thrust, I went in. The agonized, muffled howl that erupted from her mouth was music to my ears. The super-sized dildo was finally inside the big woman 's asshole. With a song in my heart and a boner in my pants, I rammed the dildo deeper inside her. Into the forbidden depths of her asshole. I thrust deep into her, burying the dildo inside the deepest recesses of her booty hole. In places where the sun itself had never been. And I say let there be light, and my super-sized dildo is its harbinger! I proceeded to widen my favorite female sociopath's asshole with the dildo, stretching it from a tight fit to a wide receiver. Until I felt satisfied with my work. The sociopathic librarian's asshole had gone from a tight ass to a now gaping asshole. I slowly pulled the dildo out of it and admired it. Nice. Kinda makes me proud, you know. Satisfied, I whacked her ass. She was crying. Just sobbing like a bitch, really.

When dawn came, the sociopath found herself back in her apartment. Cleaned up, rested and happy. The only reminder she had of last night's events was a sore asshole. Oh, and written on her back was a message telling her to stop harassing random people. Because even though she's a ruthless and evil sociopath who's got no conscience and loves torturing people, she can still feel pain. Oh, yeah. And lots of it too. So she had better curb her natural urge to bug people, or else. I'd pay her another visit. And this time I'd be far less pleasant. Upon returning to the library, I learned that she stopped bothering the students. I smiled. A little attitude adjustment was just what she needed. Who says sociopaths can't be made to behave? I say that with discipline and a little encouragement, miracles can happen. Do you agree? Well, if you don't, we just might have to spend some quality time together in the basement. Care to join me? 



All Women are Bitches Ch. 20



Come on, Men. Get in my booty! I'm on my hands and knees, my plump butt cheeks spread wide open. My pussy is wet and dripping with anticipation. My name is Talisa Rodgers and I am the kind of girl your mama probably warned you about. The chick from the hood. The gangsta bitch who loves dick. And cannot get enough of it. I crave the cock. The bigger the better. In my mouth, pussy and ass. Wherever it shall fit. Know what I mean? That's me in a nutshell. I like a big strong man to grab me, put me on all fours and shove his dick into my ass. Are you man enough to take me up on that offer? If you are, then show yourself. If you're not, get to stepping. You dig? Cool. Fellas, the line starts to the right. Welcome to the Ghetto Sex Olympics.

I'm a six-foot-three, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Black woman from the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Yeah, I'm a big woman and I am proud. My college campus is packed with big females. It's a place filled with all kinds of people. Black people. White people. Asian people. Latino people. Hispanic people. Biracial people. Freaks of all kinds, know what I mean? I attend Brockton Community College. It's a small community college in my hometown. With about seven thousand students and an equal number of males and females on campus. I'm a student of Music and Literature. That's me. I'm also a craver of big cocks. Think you can help me with that? The search for a worthy cock continues. Who shall satisfy my deepest, darkest urges?

Life on the Brockton Community College campus could be quite boring. The only thing the place had going for it was the sports. The college had a pretty good Department of Athletics. They offered Men's Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Wrestling, Tennis, Volleyball, Rugby and Golf along with Women's Softball, Basketball, Tennis, Volleyball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Field Hockey, Rugby and Golf. All of these sports competed in the National Junior Collegiate Athletic Association's Division Three. This means that our student-athletes didn't receive athletic scholarships but played because they loved it. That's cool, right?

I finally met someone I felt was equal to the task. A tall, good-looking young black man named Stephen. He was one of those cute but shy guys. You always wander about that type, you know? Is he a cool guy? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he gay? Is he a sociopath? I didn't know. I never saw him with any girls. I didn't see him with any guys either. Stephen was a bit of a loner. That's cool. I didn't like the kind of guy who was always traveling with a posse. That's not a sign of coolness. It's a sign of a weakness of character and basic insecurity. Hey, I'm thinking about moonlighting as a psychologist, okay? Cool. Anyway, I began to pursue Stephen doggedly. Who was this tall, good-looking black stud? Where did he come from? What was his issue? Who were his people? I set out to find out.

Stephen was always sitting at a computer terminal inside the school library. Yeah, that's where the handsome, big and tall black stud spent most of his time. I approached him once and asked him what he was typing. He showed me. What I saw surprised me. Stephen was writing all of these erotic fiction stories and published them online via a small publishing company. I sat down and with his permission, I read one of his stories. It was the story of a bisexual man pondering how to confess his secret life to his conservative Christian wife. I read and reread the story. It wasn't only sex-laced but it was also deep. The scenes involving the bisexual male character, whether he was with one of his boyfriends or with his wife, were quite touching. Oh, and steamy. The sex was hot. So hot that just reading about it began to make me feel heat in funny places. Damn, this dude had talent!

I talked to him and asked him what inspired him to write all of these stories. He told me that he was inspired by his own life. Wow. That was a surprise. The handsome black college man was actually bisexual. I looked at Stephen. I didn't see his bisexuality coming, though after reading his steamy bisexual fiction stories, I shouldn't have been surprised. Stephen was over six feet tall and quite large. He looked more like a professional football player than the average person's idea of what a gay man looked like. He was so masculine-looking. In other words, he didn't look gay or bisexual at all. Oh, well. I felt saddened, but told him that I was happy for him. That's what you're supposed to say, isn't it? When someone tells you they're gay or bisexual. Oh, well. I figured a sexy, intelligent man like Stephen probably already had himself a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I was about to leave, but he stopped me. He told me that he found me hot, and thought I had a nice ass. I smiled. I guess he was attracted to me. We're back in business!

We decided to go fool around. Where could we go, though? Brockton Community College doesn't have any dorms. I thought about it, and came to the conclusion that the closed off section of the art building was the perfect spot. Stephen and I went inside. We found a secluded room, and got our freak on. We kissed and felt each other up. Stephen dropped his pants and showed me what he was working with. A long and thick, uncut black cock. I got on my knees and began sucking on that bad boy. I love me some long and thick black cocks. The fact that he was uncircumcised was just another added bonus. I fastened my warm mouth around Stephen's dick and he began pumping his cock into me. I guess he liked having his dick sucked. Who knew?

I sucked him good, and he got hard as steel in no time. I wasn't surprised. I'm quite good at the ancient and timeless craft of cock sucking. When Stephen came, I eagerly drank his seed. He tasted different from other men I'd been with. I don't know why. I've never been with a bisexual man before. Especially a bisexual black man. Well, not to my knowledge anyway. My pussy felt wet, I must be quite excited. That doesn't surprise me. The whole thing felt rushed, sudden and clandestine. I was liking it big-time. Next, we tried some raunchy anal action. Hey, I told you I wanted him to get into my booty, remember? Does my conduct surprise you?

Stephen put me on all fours and spread my plump black butt cheeks wide open. Then, he pressed his cock against my backdoor and pushed. I grimaced as the sexy black stud began working his cock into my asshole. I've been fucked in the ass before. And I loved it. So this was nothing new. Still, no two men fuck a woman in exactly the same way. Stephen had his own style. He placed those big strong hands of his on my wide hips and thrust into me. I felt his hard cock drill into my asshole. Like a precision tool. I spread my ass cheeks wider, wanting to feel his cock deeper inside me. Does my conduct surprise you? I guess it might. Lots of women are into anal sex. Yes. Plenty of the sisterhood's members love getting bent over and stuffed harder than turkeys on Thanksgiving. I love feeling a man's cock in my asshole. Just thinking about it makes my pussy come dangerously close to squirting. You dig? Cool.

Oh, man. I got so into this whole anal sex thing that I temporarily surrendered all control of my body to the realm of the senses...and farted. Yeah, I farted during anal sex. I guess I never read the woman's guide to anal sex etiquette. Oh, my. Should I apologize? Stephen started laughing and at first I didn't know how to take it, but he let a big one rip himself. I laughed along with him. If you can't laugh at bodily functions, then there's something wrong with you. With that, he resumed fucking me up the ass like anal sex was going out of style. Fucked me good. He shoved his dick deep into my shit hole, down where the sun didn't shine. I screamed as I received the anal pounding of the century. Stephen gave it to me good and hard, until he finally came, sending his hot cum deep into my asshole. I squealed in sheer pleasure as his hot seed flooded my anal cavity. Now that's what I call a good ass fucking!

Stephen slowly pulled out of me and I winced as his cock squeezed its way out of my ass. Damn, that bad boy still hurt even on the way out. I didn't mind, though. I felt pleasurably sore in my nether regions. We fixed our clothes and wiped off a cum stain here or there before leaving the room. We walked out of the building and went our separate ways. What, you thought we were going to get hitched and live happily ever after? Fuck no! This was just a booty call, you dig. Yes, females like booty calls too. They make over half of them, you know. Anyhow, smell you later.